The Murder of Roger Ackroyd

by Agatha Christie

MRS. Ferrars died on the night of the 16th-17th September-a Thursday.

Hamlet

by William Shakespeare

[Enter two Sentinels first, Francisco, who paces up and down at his post; then Bernardo, who approaches him.]

Oliver Twist

by Charles Dickens

Among other public buildings in a certain town which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and...

Why Didn't they Ask Evans?

by Agatha Christie

Bobby Jones' teed up his ball, gave a short preliminary waggle, took the club back slowly, then brought it down and thro...

And Then There Were None

by Agatha Christie

IN THE CORNER of a first-class smoking carriage, Mr. Justice Wargrave, lately retired from the bench, puffed at a cigar ...

The lovely bones

by Alice Sebold, Dunow and Carlson Lit. Agency

The Client

by John Grisham

Mark was eleven and had been smoking off and on for two years, never trying to quit but being careful not to get hooked.

Lorna Doone

by R. D. Blackmore

If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I, John Ridd, of the parish of Oare, in the county of Somerset, yeom...

The Woods

by Harlan Coben

I see my father with that shovel.

Gone Girl

by Gillian Flynn

When I think of my wife, I always think of her head.

Clarissa; or, The history of a young lady: comprehending the...

by Samuel Richardson

The beach house

by James Patterson, Peter De Jonge

IT'S LIKE DANCING SITTING DOWN.

Dark Places

by Gillian Flynn

Nineteen Minutes

by Jodi Picoult

By the time you read this, I hope to be dead.

Still Life (A Three Pines Mystery)

by Louise Penny

Miss Jane Neal met her maker in the early morning mist of Thanksgiving Sunday.

Angels Fall

by Nora Roberts

The Outsider

by Stephen King

Het was een anonieme auto, gewoon een of andere onopvallende Amerikaanse personenwagen vaneen paar jaar oud, maar de zwa...

The Crush

by Sandra Brown

In the Woods

by Tana French

Hogg

by Samuel R. Delany