Found 202 results for "Women physicians in fiction"
The Scarlet Letter
by Nathaniel Hawthorne
Nathaniel Hawthorne was born on July 4, 1804 in Salem, Massachusetts, the only son of Captain Nathaniel Hathorne and Eli...
Middlemarch
by George Eliot, Jessica Hische
Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress.
Madame Bovary
by Gustave Flaubert
We were studying when the headmaster came in, followed by a new boy, not yet wearing a school uniform, and a monitor car...
Frankenstein or The Modern Prometheus
by Mary Shelley
YOU WILL REJOICE to hear that no disaster has accompanied the commencement of an enterprise which you have regarded with...
The Fault in Our Stars
by John Green
Late in the winter of my seventeenth year, my mother decided I was depressed, presumably because I never left the house,...
Washington Square
by Henry James
DURING A portion of the first half of the present century, and more particularly during the latter part of it, there flo...
Wives and daughters
by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell, Gaskell, Mrs., Ward, A. W.
To begin with the old rigmarole of childhood.
MAIN STREET
by Sinclair Lewis
On a hill by the Mississippi where Chippewas camped two generations ago, a girl stood in relief against the cornflower b...
Chinese Cinderella
by Adeline Yen Mah
As soon as I got home from school, Aunt Baba noticed the silver medal dangling from the left breast pocket of my uniform...
Kisscut
by Karin Slaughter
"DANCING QUEEN," Sara Linton mumbled with the music as she made her way around the skating rink.
Blindsighted
by Karin Slaughter
Sara Linton leaned back in her chair, mumbling a soft "Yes, Mama" into the telephone.
Inversions
by Iain Banks
Master, it was in the evening of the third day of the southern planting season that the questioner's assistant came for ...
A Faint Cold Fear
by Karin Slaughter
Sara Linton stared at the entrance to the Dairy Queen, watching her very pregnant sister walk out with a cup of chocolat...
Indelible
by Karin Slaughter
Well, look what the cat dragged in, Marla Simms bellowed, giving Sara a pointed look over her silver-rimmed bifocals.
Beyond the City
by Arthur Conan Doyle
"If you please, mum," said the voice of a domestic from somewhere round the angle of the door, "number three is moving i...
