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| The Education of Little Tree | Forrest Carter | Ma lasted a year after Pa was gone. | Buy | |
| Three Tales | Gustave Flaubert | Madame Aubain's servant Felicite was the envy of the ladies of Pont-l'Eveque for half a century. | Buy | |
| Breathing Lessons | Anne Tyler | Maggie and Ira Moran had to go to a funeral in Deer Lick, Pennsylvania. | Buy | |
| The Magnificent Ambersons | Booth Tarkington (Newton Booth Tarkington) | Major Amberson had "made a fortune" in 1873, when other people were losing fortunes, and the magnificence of the Ambersons began then. | Buy | |
| Last of the Breed | Louis L'Amour | Major Joe Makatozi stepped into the sunlight of a late afternoon.
The first thing he must remember was the length of the days at
this latitude. His eyes moved left and right. About three hundred yards long, a hundred yards wide, three guard towers to a side, two men in each. A mounted machine gun in each tower. Each man armed with a submachine gun. | Buy | |
| Sharpe's Revenge | Bernard Cornwell | Major Richard Sharpe had made every preparation for his own death. | Buy | |
| The Black Swan | Rafael Sabatini | Major Sands, conscious of his high deserts, was disposed to receive with condescension the gifts which he perceived that Fortune offered him. | Buy | |
| Greenmantle | Charles de Lint | MALTA, AUGUST 1983 By the time Eddie "the Squeeze" Pinelli was five hours dead, Valenti was on a Boeing 747 halfway across the Atlantic. He sipped the beer that the steward had brought him and stared out the window into the darkness. | Buy | |
| The Castle of Otranto | Horace Walpole | Manfred, Prince of Otranto, had one son and one daughter: the latter, a most beautiful virgin, aged eighteen, was called Matilda | Buy | |
| Moses | Sholem Asch | Many and diverse were the reasons which impelled Rameses the Second to abandon the ancient royal capital, sanctified by many dynasties, namely the city of Thebes on the banks of the Nile, and to settle in Rameses, on the frontier road which led to the lands of the Asiatics. | Buy | |
| The Barrier | Rex Beach | Many men were in debt to the trader at Flambeau and many counted him as a friend. | Buy | |
| The Gold Bug | Edgar Allan Poe | Many years ago, I contracted an intimacy with a Mr. William Legrand. He was of an ancient Huguenot family, and had once been wealthy; but a series of misfortunes had reduced him to want. | Buy | |
| One Hundred Years of Solitude | Gabriel Garcia Marquez | Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendķa was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. | Buy | |
| The 47 Ronin Story | John Allyn | March 13, 1701. The sun completed its route over the Pacific and began to set, reddening the waters around the islands of Japan. | Buy | |
| Gentlemen Prefer Blondes | Anita Loos | March 16th: A gentleman friend and I were dining at the Ritz last evening and he said that if I took a pencil and a paper and put down all of my thoughts it would make a book. This almost made me smile as what it would really make would be a whole row of encyclopediacs. | Buy | |
| Assignment--Angelina | Edward S Aarons | Mark drove the Cadillac right into town. | Buy | |
| The Client | 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. He preferred Kools, his ex-father's brand, but his mother smoked Viginia Slims at the rate of two packs a day, and could in an average week pilfer ten or twelve from her. | Buy | |
| A Christmas Carol | Charles Dickens | Marley was dead, to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. | Buy | |
| The Ionian Mission | Patrick O'Brian | Marriage was once represented as a field of battle rather than a bed of roses, and perhaps there are some who may still support this view; but just as Dr Maturin had made a far more unsuitable match than most, so he set about dealing with the situation in a far more compendious, peaceable and efficacious way than the great majority of husbands. | Buy | |
| Topaz | Leon Uris | Marsh McKittrick's Buick was passed through the gates of the vast Government complex outside Langley. He eased onto the turnpike, then sped toward Washington, touching his briefcase nervously and looking into the rearview mirror. Two cars filled with heavily armed guards followed closely. Sanderson Hooper beside him and Michael Nordstrom in the rear seat remained speechless. | Buy | |
| Mary Peters | Mary Ellen Chase | Mary Peters first saw Cadiz in 1880. | Buy | |
| Forever Amber | Kathleen Winsor | Marygreen did not change in sixteen years. It had changed little enough in the past two years. | Buy | |
| Silent Honor | Danielle Steel | Masao Takashimaya's family had searched for five years for a suitable bride for him, ever since his twenty-first birthday. But in spite of all their efforts to find a young woman who suited him, he rejected each of the girls as soon as he met them. | Buy | |
| Redwall | Brian Jacques | Mathias cut a comical figure as he hobbled his way along the cloisters, with his large sandals flip-flopping and his tail peeping from beneath the baggy folds of an oversized novice's habit. | Buy | |
| Gentlemen in England | A N Wilson | Maudie Nettleship had two letters that day, but she read them in silence over the breakfast table, and did not communicate their disturbing contents to her mother and father. | Buy | |
| I'll Take Manhattan | Judith Krantz | Maxi Amberville, with characteristic impatience and a lifelong disregard for regulations, sprang out of her seat in the moving Concorde that was taxiing to a stop, and raced along the narrow aisle toward the forward exit. Her fellow passengers sat in the aloof tranquility of those who have paid twice the price of a first-class ticket to travel from Paris to New York and felt no further pressure to hurry. As she flew by a few eyebrows were elegantly raised at the sight of such an unpardonly pretty girl in an undignified rush. | Buy | |
| The God of Small Things | Arundhati Roy | May in Ayemenem is a hot, brooding month. | Buy | |
| Without Remorse | Tom Clancy | MAY He'd never know why he stopped. Kelly pulled his Scout over to the shoulder without a conscious thought. She hadn't had her hand out soliciting a ride. She's just been standing at the side of the road, watching the cars speed past in a spray of highway grit and a wake of fumes. Her posture was that of a hitchhiker, one knee locked, the other bent. Her clothes were clearly well used and a backpack was loosely slung over one shoulder. Her tawny, shoulder-length hair moved about in the rush of air from the traffic. Her face showed nothing, but Kelly didn't see that until he was already pressing his right foot on the brake pedal and angling onto the loose rock of the shoulder. | Buy | |
| The Man in Lower Ten | Mary Roberts Rinehart | McKnight is gradually taking over the criminal end of the business. | Buy | |
| Rabbit Redux | John Updike | Men emerge pale from the little printing plant at four sharp, ghosts for an instant, blinking, until the outdoor light overcomes the look of constant indoor light clinging to them. | Buy | |
| A Long Reach | Michael Stone | Merton 'Buddy' Hickley wouldn't tell you the truth if you set his hair on fire. | Buy | |
| The Sicilian | Mario Puzo | Michael Corleone stood on a long wooden dock in Palermo and watched the great ocean liner set sail for America. | Buy | |
| Champion | Ring Lardner | Midge Kelly scored his first knockout when he was seventeen. The knockee was his brother Connie, three years his junior and a cripple. | Buy | |
| The Divine Comedy | Dante | Midway along the path of our life. [It., Nel mezzo del cammin de nostra vita.] | Buy | |
| The Divine Comedy | Dante | Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood. | Buy | |
| A Dance at the Slaughterhouse | Lawrence Block | Midway into the fifth round the kid in the blue trunks rocked his opponent with a solid left to the jaw. | Buy | |
| Jurassic Park | Michael Crichton | Mike Bowman whistled cheerfully as he drove the Land Rover through the Cabo Blanco Biological Reserve, on the west coast of Costa Rica. It was a beautiful morning in July and the road before him was spectacular: hugging the edge of a cliff, overlooking the jungle and the blue Pacific. According to the guidebooks, Cabo Blanco was unspoiled wilderness, almost a paradise. | Buy | |
| Hawaii | James A. Michener | Millions upon millions of years ago, when the continents were already formed and the principal features of the earth had been decided, there existed, then as now, one aspect of the world that dwarfed all others. | Buy | |
| Quarantine | Jim Crace | Miri's husband was shouting in his sleep, not words that she could recognize but simple, blurting fanfares of distress. | Buy | |
| Middlemarch | George Eliot | Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. | Buy | |
| Middlemarch | George Eliot | Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. | Buy | |
| Twilight Sleep | Edith Newbold Wharton (nee Jones) | Miss Bruss, the perfect secretary, received Nona Manford at the door of her mother's boudoir ("the office," Mrs. Manford's children called it) with a gesture of the kindliest denial. | Buy | |
| The Mirror Crack'd | Agatha Christie | Miss Jane Marple was sitting by her window. | Buy | |
| Pollyanna | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | Miss Polly Harrington entered her kitchen a little hurriedly this June morning. Miss Polly did not usually make hurried movements; she specially prided herself on her repose of manner. But to-day she was hurrying--actually hurrying. | Buy | |
| Pere Goriot | Honore de Balzac | Mme. Vauquer (nee de Conflans) is an elderly person, who for the past forty years has kept a lodging-house in the Rue Nueve-Sainte-Genevieve, in the district that lies between the Latin Quarter and the Faubourg Saint-Marcel. Her house (known in the neighborhood as the Maison Vauquer) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever been breathed against her respectable establishment; but, at the same time, it must be said that as a matter of fact no young woman has been under her roof for thirty years, and that if a young man stays there for any length of time it is a sure sign that his allowance must be allowance must be of the slenderest. In 1819, however, the time when this drama opens, there was an almost penniless young girl among Mme. Vauquer's boarders. | Buy | |
| Pere Goriot | Honore de Balzac | Mme. Vauquer (nee de Conflans) is an elderly person, who for the past forty years has kept a lodging-house in the Rue Nueve-Sainte-Genevieve, in the district that lies between the Latin Quarter and the Faubourg Saint-Marcel. Her house (known in the neighborhood as the Maison Vauquer) receives men and women, old and young, and no word has ever been breathed against her respectable establishment; but, at the same time, it must be said that as a matter of fact no young woman has been under her roof for thirty years, and that if a young man stays there for any length of time it is a sure sign that his allowance must be allowance must be of the slenderest. In 1819, however, the time when this drama opens, there was an almost penniless young girl among Mme. Vauquer's boarders. | Buy | |
| Lady Sings the Blues | Billie Holiday | Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was eighteen, she was sixteen, and I was three. | Buy | |
| The Abbess Of Vlaye | Stanley J Weyman | Monsieur des Ageaux was a man of whom his best friends could not say that he shone, or tried to shine, in pursuit of the fair sex. | Buy | |
| The Great Brain | John D Fitzgerald | Most everyone in Utah remembers 1896 as the year the territory became a state. | Buy | |
| Market Harborough | George John Whyte-Melville | Most men have a sunny spot to which they look back in their existence, as most have an impossible future, to attain which all their energies are exerted, and their resources employed. The difference between these visionary scenes is this, that they think a good deal of the latter, but talk a good deal of the former. | Buy | |
| Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang | Ian Fleming | Most motorcars are conglomerations (this is a long word for bundles) of steel and wire and rubber and plastic, and electricity and oil and gasoline and water, and the toffee papers you pushed down the crack in the back seat last Sunday. | Buy | |
| The Chocolate Touch | Patrick Catling | Most of the time John Midas was a very nice boy. | Buy | |
| Hunted Down | Charles Dickens | Most of us see some romances in life. | Buy | |
| Tono-Bungay | H G Wells | Most people in this world seem to live 'in character'; they have a beginning, a middle and an end, and the three are congruous one with another and true to the rules of their type. | Buy | |
| The Stranger [1942], (also titled L'Etranger | Albert Camus | Mother died today. Or perhaps it was yesterday, I don't know. [Fr., Aujourd' hui, maman est morte. Ou peut-etre hier, je ne sais pas.] | Buy | |
| The Outsider | Albert Camus | Mother died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can't be sure. The telegram from the Home says: Your mother passed away. Funeral tomorrow. Deep sympathy. Which leaves the matter doubtful: it could have been yesterday. | Buy | |
| Blood Tie | Mary Lee Settle | Mount Latmos, now called Annadag, had drawn nearer to the town. | Buy | |
| Salthaven | W W Jacobs | Mr John Vyner, shipowner, pushed his chair back from his writing-table and gazed with kindly condescenion at the chief clerk as he stood before it with a handful of papers. | Buy | |
| Mr. Midshipman Easy | Captain Frederick Marryat | Mr Nicodemus Easy was a gentleman who lived down in Hampshire; he was a married man, and in very easy circumstances. Most couples find it very easy to have a family, but not always quite so easy to maintain them. Mr Easy was not at all uneasy on the latter score, as he had no children; but he was anxious to have them, as most people covet what they cannot obtain. | Buy | |
| Mr Midshipman Easy | Captain Maryatt | Mr Nicodemus Easy was a gentleman who lived down in Hampshire; he was a married man, and in very easy circumstances. | Buy | |
| Freedom and Necessity | Steven Brust and Emma Bull | Mr Roebuck also begged to enter his protest against this ill-considered and crude piece of legislation, which he described as the result of a species of cant which was almost as dangerous as vice. | Buy | |
| Made of Money | Peter B Kyne | Mr. Absolom McPeake's secretary came into her employer's office with an unpleasant announcement. | Buy | |
| Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone | J K Rowling | Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive, were proud to say that they were perfectly normal, thank you very much. They were the last people you'd expect to be involved in anything strange or mysterious, because they just didn't hold with such nonsense. | Buy | |
| Make Way for Ducklings | Robert McCloskey | Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live. | Buy | |
| The Nigger of the "Narcissus" | Joseph Conrad | Mr. Baker, chief mate of the ship Narcissus, stepped in one stride out of his lighted cabin into the darkness of the quarter-deck. Above his head, on the break of the poop, the night watchman rang a double stroke. It was nine o'clock. Mr. Baker, speaking up to the man above him, asked: "Are all the hands aboard, Knowles?" | Buy | |
| The Thunder God | Peter B Kyne | Mr. Benjamin Whitton signed the last of a stack of letters and pressed the call button to summon his secretary. | Buy | |
| Kingsblood Royal | Sinclair Lewis | Mr. Blingham, and may he fry in his own cooking-oil, was assistant treasurer of the Flaver-Saver Company. | Buy | |
| The Lion's Skin | Rafael Sabatini | Mr. Caryll, lately from Rome, stood by the window, looking out over the rain-swept, steaming quays to Notre-Dame on the island yonder. | Buy | |
| Old Pybus | George Warwick Deeping | Mr. Conrad Pybus collected pictures, and being the possessor of two "Constables," and three "Cotmans," he had some right to stretch out a large hand and to indicate the picture that was hung against the blue horizon. | Buy | |
| Mr. and Mrs. Cugat | Isabel Scott Rorick | Mr. Cugat was a little older than Mrs. Cugat, so that there had been a period of several years during which he, full-fledged and out in the world, sportively tried his wings while she still pounded the playing fields of Westover. These years were looked back on by Mr. Cugat, when he looked back, with nostalgic pleasure and some pride; they were recalled by Mrs. Cugat in glum conjecture. | Buy | |
| Rich Man, Poor Man | Irwin Shaw | Mr. Donnelly, the track coach, ended the day's practice early because Henry Fuller's father came down to the high-school field to tell Henry that they had just got a telegram from Washington announcing that Henry's brother had been killed in action in Germany. | Buy | |
| Doomsday Book | Connie Willis | Mr. Dunworthy opened the door to the laboratory and his spectacles promptly steamed up. | Buy | |
| Beau Geste | Percival Christopher Wren | Mr. George Lawrence, C.M.G., First Class District Officer of His Majesty's Civil Service, sat at the door of his tent and viewed the African desert scene with the eye of extreme disfavour. There was beauty neither in the landscape nor in the eye of the beholder. | Buy | |
| Graustark | George Barr McCutcheon | Mr. Grenfall Lorry boarded the eastbound express at Denver with all the air of a martyr. | Buy | |
| The Lost World | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth--a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centered upon his own silly self. If anything could have driven me from Gladys, it would have been the thought of such a father-in-law. | Buy | |
| The Lost World | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Mr. Hungerton, her father, really was the most tactless person upon earth - a fluffy, feathery, untidy cockatoo of a man, perfectly good-natured, but absolutely centred upon his own silly self. | Buy | |
| Animal Farm | George Orwell | Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen-houses for the night, but was too drunk to remember to shut the popholes. With the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side, he lurched across the yard, kicked off his boots at the back door, drew himself a last glass of beer from the barrel in the scullery, and made his way up to bed, where Mrs. Jones was already snoring. | Buy | |
| The Voice of the Seven Sparrows | Harry Stephen Keeler | Mr. Matthew Fosgrove, senior partner in the firm of Fosgrove and Fosgrove, Engraves to the Publishing and Printing Trades, looked up with some annoyance from his flat-top desk in his private office at the timorous young lady-clerk who stood at attention in the doorway. | Buy | |
| Claire Ambler | Booth Tarkington (Newton Booth Tarkington) | Mr. Nelson Smock, arriving at his cottage in Maine on Friday afternoon for his weekly recuperation from Wall Street, paused in the hall and looked into the living room before going on in search of his wife. | Buy | |
| The Specialist | Chic Sale (Charles Partlow Sale) | Mr. President and Gentlemen: You've heard a lot of pratin' and prattlin' about this bein' the age of specialization. I'm a carpenter by trade. At one time I could of built a house, barn, church, or chicken coop. But I seen the need of a specialist in my line, so I studied her. I got her, she's mine. Gentlemen, you are face to face with the champion privybuilder of Sangamon County. | Buy | |
| A Chance to See Egypt | Sandra Scofield | Mr. Riley case to Lago de Luz to grieve. | Buy | |
| The Hound of the Baskervilles | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table. I stood upon the hearth-rug and picked up the stick which our visitor had left behind him the night before. | Buy | |
| The Hound Of The Baskervilles | Sir Arthur Conan Doyle | Mr. Sherlock Holmes, who was usually very late in the mornings, save upon those not infrequent occasions when he was up all night, was seated at the breakfast table | Buy | |
| Decline and Fall | Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh | Mr. Sniggs, the Junior Dean, and Mr. Postlethwaite, the Domestic Bursar, sat alone in Mr. Sniggs's room overlooking the garden quad at Scone College. | Buy | |
| The Power and the Glory | Graham Henry Greene | Mr. Trench went out to look for his ether cylinder: out into the blazing Mexican sun and the bleaching dust. | Buy | |
| The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | Robert Louis Stevenson | Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary and yet somehow lovable | Buy | |
| The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde | Robert Louis Stevenson | Mr. Utterson the lawyer was a man of a rugged countenance, that was never lighted by a smile; cold, scanty and embarrassed in discourse; backward in sentiment; lean, long, dusty, dreary, and yet somehow lovable. At friendly meetings, and when the wine was to his taste, something eminently human beaconed from his eye; something indeed which never found its way into his talk, but which spoke not only in these silent symbols of the after-dinner face, but more often and loudly in the acts of his life. He was austere with himself; drank gin when he was alone, to mortify a taste for vintages; and though he enjoyed the theatre, had not crossed the doors of one for twenty years. | Buy | |
| The Secret Agent | Joseph Conrad | Mr. Verloc, going out in the morning, left his shop nominally in charge of his brother-in-law. It could be done, because there was very little business at any time, and practically none at all before the evening. Mr. Verloc cared little about his ostensible business. And, moreover, his wife was ion charge of his brother-in-law. | Buy | |
| And So--Victoria | William Vaughan Wilkins | Mr. William Ross and George Higgins called on Monsieur de Boucher so early that he was still breakfasting with his wife on coffee and rolls in a sunny sitting-room overlooking the Thames. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Dalloway | Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf) | Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. | Buy | |
| The Minister's Wooing | Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe | Mrs. Katy Scudder had invited Mrs. Brown, and Mrs. Jones, and Deacon Twitchel's wife to take tea with her on the afternoon of June second, A.D. 17--. | Buy | |
| The Listener | Taylor Caldwell | Mrs. Merrill Sloane entered the sitting room with resistance. She wore severe tweeds and a sable scarf and carried a leather purse soundly closed. She was fifty years old, gray and sharp of face, neat and trim of figure, and had a hat that was at least five years old and good for another five years. | Buy | |
| Anne of Green Gables | Lucy Maud Montgomery | Mrs. Rachel Lynde lived just where the Avonlea main road dipped down into a little hollow, fringed with alders and ladies' eardrops and traversed by a brook that had its source away back in the woods of the old Cuthbert place; it was reputed to be an intricate, headlong brook in its earlier course through those woods, with dark secrets of pool and cascade; but by the time it reached Lynde's Hollow it was a quiet, well-conducted little stream, for not even a brook could run past Mrs. Rachel Lynde's door without due regard for decency and decorum; it probably was conscious that Mrs. Rachel was sitting at her window, keeping a sharp eye on everything that passed, from brooks and children up, and that if she noticed anything odd or out of place she would never rest until she had ferreted out the whys and wherefores thereof. | Buy | |
| A Curtain of Green | Eudora Welty | Mrs. Watts and Mrs. Carson were both in the post office in Victory when the letter came from the Ellisville Institute for the Feeble-Minded of Mississippi. Aimee Slocum, with her hand still full of mail, ran out in front and handed it straight to Mrs. Watts, and they all three read it together. Mrs. Watts held it taut between her pink hands, and Mrs. Carson underscored each line slowly with her thimbled finger. Everyone else in the post office wondered what was up now. | Buy | |
| Blue Lonesome | Bill Pronzini | Ms. Lonesome. | Buy | |
| On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer | John Keats (1) | Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer rules as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold; Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific,--and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise,-- Silent, upon a peak in Darien. | Buy | |
| The Prairie | James Fenimore Cooper | Much was said and written, at the time, concerning the policy of adding the vast regions of Louisiana, to the already immense, and but half-tenanted territories of the United-States. | Buy | |
| Swords in the Mist | Fritz Leiber | Muffled drums beat out a nerve-scratching rhythm and red lights flickered hypnotically in the underground Temple of Hates, where five thousand ragged worshippers knelt and abased themselves and ecstatically pressed foreheads against the cold and gritty cobbles as the trance took hold and the human venom rose in them. | Buy | |
| Soldiers Three | Rudyard Kipling | Mulvaney, Ortheris and Learoyd are Privates in B Company of a Line Regiment, and personal friends of mine. Collectively I think, but I am not certain, they are the worst me in the regiment so far as genial black guardism goes. | Buy | |
| The Rum Diary | Hunter S. Thompson | My apartment in New York was on Perry Street, a five minute walk from the White Horse. I often drank there, but I was never accepted because I wore a tie. The real people wanted no part of me. | Buy | |
| Roughing It | Mark Twain (pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens) | My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory--an office of such majesty that it concentrated in itself the duties and dignities of Treasurer, Comptroller, Secretary of State, and Acting Governor in the Governor's absence. A salary of eighteen hundred dollars a year and the title of "Mr. Secretary," gave to the great position an air of wild and imposing grandeur. I was young and ignorant, and I envied my brother. | Buy | |
| The Great Brain Reforms | John D Fitzgerald | My brother Tom and eldest brother Sweyn arrived home for summer vacation on Sunday, June 5, 1898. | Buy | |
| The Great Brain Does it Again | John D Fitzgerald | My brother Tom knew the A, B, C's, could write numbers from one to one hundred, spell a lot of words, and read simple sentences before he started school. | Buy | |
| The Coup | John Updike | My country of Kush, landlocked between the mongrelized, neo-capitalist puppet states of Zanj and Sahel, is small for Africa, though larger than any two nations of Europe. | Buy | |
| Lady Susan | Jane Austen | My Dear Brother,--I can no longer refuse myself the pleasure of profiting by your kind invitation when we last parted of spending some weeks with you at Churchhill, and, therefore, if quite convenient to you and Mrs. Vernon to receive me at present, I shall hope within a few days to be introduced to a sister whom I have so long desired to be acquainted with. | Buy | Read |
| Diary of a Nobody | George and Weedon Grossmith | My dear wife Carrie and I have just been a week in our new house, "The Laurels", Brickfield Terrace, Holloway - a nice six-roomed residence, not counting basement, with a front breakfast-parlour. | Buy | |
| The Screwtape Letters | C S Lewis | My dear Wormwood, I note what you say about guiding your patient's reading and taking care that he sees a good deal of his materialist friend. But are you not being a trifle naive? It sounds as if you suppose that argument was the way to keep him out of the enemy's clutches. That might have been so if he had lived a few centuries earlier. | Buy | |
| The Rainmaker | John Grisham | My decision to become a lawyer was irrevocably sealed when I realized my father hated the legal profession. | Buy | |
| A Drink before Dawn | Denis Lehane | My earliest memories involve fire. | Buy | |
| A Drink Before the War | Denis Lehane | My earliest memories involve fire. | Buy | |
| Personal Memoirs | Ulysses Simpson Grant | My family is American, and has been for generations, in all its branches, direct and collateral. | Buy | |
| Angela's Ashes | Frank McCourt | My father and mother should have stayed in New York where they met and married and where I was born. | Buy | |
| The Joy Luck Club | Amy Tan | My father asked me to be the fourth corner at the Joy Luck Club. | Buy | |
| Gulliver's Travels | Jonathan Swift | My father had a small estate in Nottinghamshire; I was the third of five sons. | Buy | |
| Agnes Grey | Anne Brontė | My father was a clergyman of the north of England, who was deservedly respected by all who knew him; and, in his younger days, lived pretty comfortably on the joint income of a small incumbency and a snug little property of his own. | Buy | |
| Great Expectations | Charles Dickens | My father's family name being Pirrip, and my christian name Philip, my infant tongue could make of both names nothing longer or more explicit than Pip. | Buy | |
| The Mutineers | Charles Boardman Hawes | My father's study, as I entered it on an April morning in 1809, to learn his decision regarding a matter that was to determine the course of all my life, was dim and spacious and far removed from the bustle and clamor of the harbor-side. | Buy | |
| Oliver Wiswell | Kenneth Lewis Roberts | My father, Seaton Wiswell of Milton and Boston, was an attorney. | Buy | |
| The Klone and I | Danielle Steel | My first, and thus far only, marriage ended exactly two days before Thanksgiving. I remember the moment perfectly. | Buy | |
| Villette | Charlotte Brontė | My godfather lived in a handsome house in the clean and ancient town of Bretton. | Buy | |
| Crow Lake | Mary Lawson | My great-grandmother Morrison fixed a book rest to her spinning wheel so that she could read while she was spinning, or so the story goes. | Buy | |
| Ode to a Nightingale | John Keats (1) | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense. | Buy | |
| Bogle Corbet | John Galt | My intention to emigrate with my family being generally known among our acquaintances, I had, in consequence, many visitors disposed to follow my example, with whom I was often much amused. | Buy | |
| Fifth Business | Robertson Davies | My lifelong involvement with Mrs. Dempster began at 5.58 o'clock p.m. on 27 December 1908, at which time I was ten years and seven months old. | Buy | |
| Fifth Business | Robertson Davies | My lifelong involvement with Mrs. Dempster began at 5:58 o'clock P.M. on the 27th of December, 1908, at which time I was ten years and seven months old. | Buy | |
| Touch Not the Cat | Mary Stewart | My lover came to me on the last night in April, with a message and a warning that sent me home to him. | Buy | |
| The Poor Gentleman | Ian Hay | My morning walk is a matter of routine, and quite unambitious. | Buy | |
| The Stone Diaries | Carol Shields | My mother's name was Mercy Stone Goodwill. She was only thirty years old when she took sick, a boiling hot day, standing there in her back kitchen, making a Malvern pudding for her husband's supper. | Buy | |
| My Name Is Asher Lev | Chaim Potok | My name is Asher Lev, the Asher Lev, about whom you have read in newspapers and magazines, about whom you talk so much at your dinner affairs and cocktail parties, the notorious and legendary Lev of the Brooklyn Crucifixion. | Buy | |
| Henry Reed, Inc. | Keith Robertson | My name is Henry Harris Reed and this is my journal. | Buy | |
| The Hunt Club | Bret Lott | My name is Huger Dillard. You say it YOU-gee, not like it's spelled. It's French, I heard. | Buy | |
| A Far Country | Winston Churchill | My name is Hugh Paret. | Buy | |
| The Buddha of Suburbia | Hanif Kureishi | My name is Karim Amir, and I am an Englishman born and bred, almost. | Buy | |
| Gateway | Frederik Pohl | My name is Robinette Broadhead, in spite of which I am male. | Buy | |
| Housekeeping | Marilynne Robinson | My name is Ruth. I grew up with my sister, Lucille, under the care of my grandmother, Mrs. Sylvia Foster, and when she died, of her sisters-in-law, Misses Lily and Nona Foster, and when they fled, of her daughter, Mrs. Sylvia Fisher. | Buy | |
| The Lovely Bones | Alice Sebold | My name was Salmon, like the fish; first name, Susie. I was fourteen when I was murdered on December 6, 1973. | Buy | |
| Robbery Under Arms | Rolf Boldrewood | My name's Dick Marston, Sydney-side native. I'm twenty-nine years old, six feet in my stocking soles, and thirteen stone weight. Pretty strong and active with it, so they say. I don't want to blow--not here, any road--but it takes a good man to put me on my back, or stand up to me with the gloves, or the naked mauleys. I can ride anything--anything that ever was lapped in horsehide--swim like a musk-duck, and track like a Myall blackfellow. Most things that a man can do I'm up to, and that's all about it. | Buy | |
| Fingersmith | Sarah Waters | My name, in those days, was Susan Trinder. People called me Sue. | Buy | |
| The Teachings of Don Juan | Carlos Castaneda | My notes on my first session with don Juan are dated June 23,1961. | Buy | |
| Personal History | Katharine Graham | My parents' paths first crossed in a museum on 23rd Street in New York. It was Lincoln's Birthday, 1908. Eugene Meyer, who was thirty-two years old, had been in business for himself for only a few years, but had already made several million dollars. Agnes Ernst, just twenty-one and a recent graduate of Barnard, was strikingly beautiful. She was earning her own living and helping to support her family as well by her free-lance work for a newspaper. | Buy | |
| The Hundred Secret Senses | Amy Tan | My sister Kwan believes she has yin eyes. | Buy | |
| Moll Flanders | Daniel Defoe | My true name is so well-known in the Records, or Registers at Newgate... | Buy | |
| The Prince of Tides | Pat Conroy | My wound is geography. It is also my anchorage, my port of call. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch | Alice Caldwell Hegan | My, but it 's nice an' cold this mornin'! The thermometer 's done fell up to zero!" | Buy | |
| Men of Iron | Howard Pyle | Myles Falworth was but eight years of age at that time, and it was only afterwards, and when he grew old enough to know more of the ins and outs of the matter, that he could remember by bits and pieces the things that afterwards happened; how one evening a knight came clattering into the court-year upon a horse, red-nostrilled and smeared with the sweat and foam of a desperate ride--Sir John Dale, a dear friend of the blind Lord. | Buy |