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The Hundred Secret Senses
My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes.
The Joy Luck Club
My father asked me to be the fourth corner at the Joy Luck Club.
The Makioka Sisters
"Would you do this please, Koi-san?"
  Seeing in the mirror that Taeko had come up be
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Claire Ambler
Mr. Nelson Smock, arriving at his cottage in Maine on Friday afternoon for his weekly recuperation
Gentle Julia
Superciliousness is not safe after all, because a person who forms the habit of wearing it may som
Mary's Neck
The middle-aged stranger whom I met by chance upon the lower rocks at Mary's Neck, that salt-washe
Penrod sat morosely upon the back fence and gazed with envy at Duke, his wistful dog.
William Sylvanus Baxter paused for a moment of though in front of the drug-store at the corner of
The Magnificent Ambersons
Major Amberson had "made a fortune" in 1873, when other people were losing fortunes, and the magni
The Midlander
People used to say of the two Oliphant brothers that Harlan Oliphant looked as if he lived in the
The Plutocrat
Out of the north Atlantic a January storm came down in the night, sweeping the American coast with
The Turmoil
There is a midland city in the heart of fair, open country, a dirty and wonderful city nesting din
The Two Vanrevels
It was long ago in the days when men sighed when they fell in love; when people danced by candle a
The Secret History
The snow in the mountains was melting and Bunny had been dead for several weeks before we came to un
The Littlest Angel
Once upon a time--oh, many, many years ago as time is calculated by men--but which was only Yester
William Makepeace Thackeray by Jesse Harrison Whitehurst-crop
The History of Henry Esmond
When Francis, fourth Viscount Castlewood, came to his title, and presently after to take possessio
The Memoirs of Barry Lyndon
Since the days of Adam, there has been hardly a mischief done in this world but a woman has been a
The Newcomes
A crow, who had flown away with a cheese from a dairy window, sate perched on a tree looking down
Vanity Fair
While the present century was in its teens, and on one sunshiny morning in June, there drove up to t
Darconville's Cat
Darconville, the schoolmaster, always wore black.
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The Mosquito Coast
We drove past Tiny Polski's mansion house to the main road, and then the five miles into Northampton
Under Milk Wood
To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-bla
Tropic of Ruislip
For a man facing both Monday morning and utter defeat he did not feel too bad.
The Cold War Swap
He was the last one aboard the flight from Tempelhof to the Cologne-Bonn airport.
The Eighth Dwarf
During the war Minor Jackson had served with the Office of Strategic Services, in Europe mostly, alt
The Fourth Durango
When the white bedside telephone rang at 4:03 A.M. on that last Friday in June, the 36-year-old mayo
Hunter S. Thompson, 1988 crop
Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas
We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold.
The Rum Diary
My apartment in New York was on Perry Street, a five minute walk from the White Horse. I often dr
The Transgressors
Under the far-west Texas sky, a pale, wind-swept blue in the late August afternoon, the big converti
I am Eloise
  I am six
    I am a city child
Eloise at Christmastime
Once there was this little child
  You know her I believe
Eloise in Paris
One teatime this telephone was ringing its head off
  so I picked it up
Maurice Thompson
Alice of Old Vincennes
Up to the days of Indiana's early statehood, probably as late as 1825, there stood, in what is now
Not as a Stranger
The doctor came out of the house and he closed the door gently behind him. He looked up and there
The Hounds of Spring
Edgar Renner dozed and ruminated through the July afternoon.
Benjamin D. Maxham - Henry David Thoreau - Restored
When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile fr
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The Thirteen Clocks
Once upon a time, in a gloomy castle on a lonely hill, where there were thirteen clocks that wouldn'
The Thurber Carnival
The train was twenty minutes late, we found out when we bought our tickets, so we sat down on a be
The White Deer
If you should walk and wind and wander far enough on one of those afternoons in April when smoke g
A night journey is essentially a thing of possibilities.
The Gambler
An eight-mile drive over rain-washed Irish roads in the quick-falling dusk of autumn is an experie
The Masquerader
Two incidents, widely different in character yet bound together by results, marked the night of January the twenty-third.
Basil of Baker Street
The Mystery of the Missing Twins could never have been solved by an ordinary detective.
Tolkien 1916-2
The Fellowship of the Ring
When Mr. Bilbo Baggins of Bag End announced that he would shortly be celebrating his eleventy-firs
The Hobbit
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends
The Return of the King
Pippin looked out from the shelter of Gandalf's cloak. He wondered if he was awake or still sleep
The Silmarillion
There was Eru, the One, who in Arda is called Iluvatar; and he made first the Ainur, the Holy Ones
The Two Towers
Aragorn sped on up the hill. Every now and again he bent to the ground. Hobbits go light, and th
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Anna Karenina
Happy families are all alike; every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.
Twenty-Three Tales
In the town of Vlad?mir lived a young merchant named Ivan
Dmitritch Aksyonof. He had two shops an
War and Peace
"Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes."
A Confederacy of Dunces
A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head.
His Children's Children
The clock on Trinity Church pointed to half-past four. Rufus Kayne glanced up from the letter at
Anatomy of a Murder
The mine whistles were tooting midnight as I drove down Main Street hill.
PL Travers
Mary Poppins
If you want to find Cherry Tree Lane all you have to do is ask a policeman at the crossroads.
Mary Poppins Comes Back
It was one of those morning when everything looks very neat and bright and shiny, as though the worl
The screen flashed 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3 ... then the projector was switched off, and the lights came
Picture of Anthony Trollope
Barchester Towers
In the latter days of July in the year 185-, an most important question was for ten days hourly aske
Doctor Thorne
Before the reader is introduced to the modest country medical practitioner who is to be the chief pe
Framley Parsonage
When young Mark Robarts was leaving college, his father might well declare that all men began to s
Orley Farm
It is not true that a rose by any other name will smell as sweet. Were it true, I should call thi
The Eustace Diamonds
It was admitted by all her friends, and also by her enemies--who were in truth the more numerous a
The Last Chronicle of Barset
"I can never bring myself to believe it, John," said Mary Walker, the pretty daughter of Mr. Georg
The Small House at Allington
Of course there was a Great House at Allington. How otherwise should there have been a Small Hous
The Warden
The Rev. Septimus Harding was, a few years since, a beneficed clergyman residing in the cathedral to
The Warden
The Rev. Septimus Harding was, a few years since, a beneficed clergyman residing in the cathedral
Dalton and Cleo Trumbo (1947 HUAC hearings)
Johnny Got His Gun
He wished the phone would stop ringing.
Full Dress Gray
It was the day after Labor Day, and it was hot.
Tom Tryon in The Unholy Wife trailer
The Other
How old do think Miss DeGroot really is? Sixty, if she's a day, wouldn't you say? She's been aro
The Guns of August
So gorgeous was the spectacle on the May morning of 1910 when nine kings rode in the funeral of Ed
Japper had drifted into Flannery's saloon on River Street, where Jack Muldoon stood at the bar.
Turgenev Perov scanned
A House of Gentlefolk
A bright spring day was fading into evening. High overhead in the clear heavens small rosy clouds
A Sportsman's Notebook
Anyone who has crossed from the district of Bolkhov into that of Zhizdra will probably have been s
Fathers and Sons
"Well, Piotr, not in sight yet?" was the question asked on May the 20th, 1859, by a gentleman of a
On 10th August 1862, at four o'clock in the afternoon a number of people were crowding in front of
Virgin Soil
At one o'clock on a spring day of 1868, in Petersburg, a man of twenty-seven, carelessly and shabb
The Bishop's Mantle
The young man in the taxi leaned forward.
The Gown of Glory
On a gusty March afternoon in the year eighteen and eighty-one, a battered black hack drawn by two
Personal Injuries
He knew it was wrong. And that he was going to get caught. He said he knew this day was coming.
Pleading Guilty
The Management Oversight Committee of our firm, known among the partnership simply as "the Committ
Presumed Innocent
"I should feel sorrier," Raymond Horgan says.
  I wonder at first if he is talking ab
The Burden of Proof
They had been married for thirty-one years, and the following spring, full of resolved and a measu
Between the Rivers
Sharur was walking back toward his family's shop and home on the Street of Smiths when a fever demon
The Two Georges
( with )
Thomas Bushnell bent over the little desk in his stateroom, drafting yet another report.
Worldwar: Tilting the Balance
For nostalgia's sake, Fleet Lord Atvar called up the hologram of the Tosevite warrior he had often s
Mark Twain, Brady-Handy photo portrait, Feb 7, 1871, cropped
A Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court
P It was in Warwick Castle that I came across the curious stranger whom I am going to talk about

1  ‘“Camelot - Camelot,” said I to myself. “I don’t seem to remember hearing of it before. Name of the asylum, likely.”
Personal Recollections of Joan of Arc by The Sieur Louis de Conte
This is the year 1492. I am eighty-two years of age. The things I am going to tell you are thing
Pudd'nhead Wilson
The scene of this chronicle is the town of Dawson's Landing, on the Missouri side of the Mississip
Roughing It
My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory--an office of such majesty that i
The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn
You don't know about me without you have read a book called "The Adventures of Tom Sawyer," but that ain't no matter.
The Adventures of Tom Sawyer
  No answer.
The American Claimant
It is a matchless morning in rural England.
The Innocents Abroad
For months the great pleasure excursion to Europe and the Holy Land was chatted about in the newsp
The Innocents Abroad
This book is a record of a pleasure trip. If it were a record of solemn scientific expedition, it
The Man That Corrupted Hadleyburg
It was many years ago.
The Mysterious Stranger
It was in 1590--winter. Austria was far away from the world, and asleep; it was still the Middle
The Prince and the Pauper
In the ancient city of London, on a certain autumn day in the second quarter of the sixteenth cent
Tom Sawyer Abroad
Do you reckon Tom Sawyer was satisfied after all them adventures?
Tom Sawyer, Detective
Well, it was the next spring after me and Tom Sawyer set our old nigger Jim free the time he was c
A Patchwork Planet
I am a man you can trust, is how my customers view me.
Back When We Were Grownups
Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned into the wrong person.
Breathing Lessons
Maggie and Ira Moran had to go to a funeral in Deer Lick, Pennsylvania.
The Accidental Tourist
They were supposed to stay at the beach a week, but neither of them had the heart for it and they
The Consul's Wife
I first heard about African sorcery at a Catholic mission station on the Congo River below Bumba, a
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