| V.V.'s Eyes | Henry Sydnor Harrison | V. Vivian, M.D., by the paint upon his window, dwelt in the
Dabney House; Mr. Heth--pronounced Heath if you value his
wife's good opinion--dwelt in the House of his cognomen.
Between the two lay a scant mile of city streets. But then this
happened to be the particular mile which traversed, while of
course it could not span, the Great Gulf fixed. | Buy | |
| The Hucksters | Frederic Wakeman (1) | Victor Norman came awake quietly and looked at his watch. Twenty
after nine. He glanced at the mussed but empty twin bed beside
his, picked up a cigarette, then put it down. He was against
smoking before breakfast, on the theory that it promoted ulcers. | Buy | |
| Summer Sisters | Judy Blume | Victoria's world shook for the first time on the day Caitlin Somers sashayed up to her desk, plunked herself down on the edge, and said, "Vix . . ." It came out sounding like the name of a beautiful flower, velvety and smooth, not like a decongestant. | Buy | |
| The Beach | Alex Garland | Vietnam, me love you long time. All day, all night, me love you
long time. | Buy | |
| The Bridge of Desire | George Warwick Deeping | Visitors from the Hotel Leopardi who climbed the mule path that
went winding up the hillside through a forest of stone pines,
would pass Martin Frensham's white villa half hidden among olive,
orange, and mimosa trees. The villa stood in a miniature valley
of its own, through which a torrent trickled untorrentially, save
when heavy rains sent it foaming over the smooth white bowlders. | Buy | |
