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| B.F.'s Daughter | John Phillips Marquand | One noon in mid-December when Tom had been called suddenly to Washington, Polly took the train from New York to spend the night at their country place in Pyefield. | Buy | |
| Babbit | Sinclair Lewis | The tower of Zenith aspired above the morning mist; austere towers of steel and cement and limestone, sturdy as cliffs and delicate as silver rods. They were neither citadels nor churches but frankly and beautifully office-buildings. | Buy | |
| Back Street | Fannie Hurst | One evening in one of those Over-the-Rhine cafes which were plentiful along Vine Street of the Cincinnati of the nineties, a traveling salesman leaned across his stein of Moerlein's Extra Light and openly accused Ray Schmidt of being innocent. | Buy | |
| Back When We Were Grownups | Anne Tyler | Once upon a time, there was a woman who discovered she had turned
into the wrong person. She was fifty-three years old by then--a grandmother. Wide and soft and dimpled, with two short wings of dry, fair hair flaring almost horizontally from a center part. Laugh lines at the corners of her eyes. A loose and colorful style of dress edging dangerously close to Bag Lady. | Buy | |
| Backflash | Richard Stark | When the car stopped rolling, Parker kicked out the rest of the windshield and crawled through onto the wrinkled hood, Glock first. | Buy | |
| Bad Girl | Vina Delmar | Some one had brought a ukulele. Some one who hit the strings with a gay discordancy, a gleeful insolence that seemed to say, "Sure, it's out of tune. Who cares?" | Buy | |
| Bag of Bones | Stephen King | On a very hot day in August of 1994, my wife told me she was going down to the Derry Rite Aid to pick up a refill on her sinus medicine prescription--this is stuff you can buy over the counter these days, I believe. | Buy | |
| Bag of Bones | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | On a very hot day in August of 1994, my wife told me she was going down to the Derry Rite Aid to pick up a refill on her sinus medicine prescription--this is stuff you can buy over the counter these days, I believe. | Buy | |
| Baghdad Sketches | Freya | In a very short time a railway will link Baghdad with Europe. | Buy | |
| Barabbas | Marie Corelli | A long sultry Syrian day was drawing near its close. The heavy heat was almost insupportable, and a poisonous stench oozed up from the damp earth-floors of the Jewish prison, charging what little air there was with a deadly sense of suffocation. | Buy | |
| Barchester Towers | Anthony Trollope | In the latter days of July in the year 185-, an most important question was for ten days hourly asked in the cathedral city of Barchester, and answered every hour in various ways - Who was to be the new Bishop? | Buy | |
| Bardelys the Magnificent | Rafael Sabatini | "Speak of the Devil," whispered La Fosse in my ear, and, moved by the words and by the significance of his glance, I turned in my chair. | Buy | |
| Bargain Basement | Cecil Roberts | Colonel Ankerdine and his wife arrived late for the sale at Tranmore Court. | Buy | |
| Barnaby Rudge | Charles Dickens | In the year 1775, ther stood upon the borders of Epping Forrest, at a distance of about twelve miles fom London - measuring from the Standard in Cornhill, or rather from the spot on or near to which the Standard used to be in the days of yore - a house of public entertainment called the Maypole; which fact was demonstrated to all such travellers as could neither read nor write (and at that time a vast number of travellers and stay-at-homes were in this condition) by the emblem reared on the roadside over against the house, which, if not of those goodly proportionsd that Maypoles were wont to present in olden times, was a fair young ash, thirty feet in height, and straight as any arrow that ever English yeoman drew. | Buy | |
| Basil of Baker Street | Eve Titus | The Mystery of the Missing Twins could never have been solved by an ordinary detective. | Buy | |
| Bastard Out Of Carolina | Dorothy Allison | I've been called Bone all my life, but my name's Ruth Anne | Buy | |
| Battle Cry | Leon Uris | They call me Mac. The name's unimportant. You can best identify me by the six chevrons, three up and three down, and by that row of hashmarks. Thirty years in the United States Marine Corps. | Buy | |
| Battlefield Earth | L. Ron Hubbard | "Man," said Terl, "is an endangered species." | 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 | |
| Beau Sabreur | Percival Christopher Wren | I will start at the very nadir of my fortunes, at their very lowest depths, and you will see them rise to their zenith, that highest point where they are crowned by Failure. | Buy | |
| Because It Is Bitter, and Because It Is My Heart | Joyce Carol Oates | "Little Red" Garlock, sixteen years old, skull smashed soft as a rotted pumpkin and body dumped into the Cassadaga River near the foot of Pitt Street, must not have sunk as deep as he'd been intended to sink, or floated as far. | Buy | |
| Bee Season | Myla Goldberg | At precisely 11 a.m. every teacher in every classroom at McKinley Elementary School tells their students to stand. The enthusiasm of the collective chair scrape that follows rates somewhere between mandatory school assembly and head lice inspection. | Buy | |
| Before Adam | Jack London | Pictures! Pictures! Pictures! Often, before I learned, did I wonder whence came the multitudes of pictures that thronged my dreams; for they were pictures the like of which I had never seen in real wake-a-day life. They tormented my childhood, making of my dreams a procession of nightmares and a little later convincing me that I was different from my kind, a creature unnatural and accursed. | Buy | |
| Before I Say Good-Bye | Mary Higgins Clark | Nell set off at a brisk pace on her familiar walk from her apartment on Park Avenue and Seventy-third Street to her grandfather's office on Seventy-second and York. From the peremptory summons she had received, demanding that she be there by three o'clock, she knew that the situation with Bob Gorman must have come to a head. As a result she was not looking forward to the meeting. | Buy | |
| Beggarman, Thief | Irwin Shaw | FROM BILLY ABBOTT'S NOTEBOOK-- I AM WORTHLESS, MONIKA SAYS. | Buy | |
| Behindlings | Nicola Barker | Wesley glanced behind him. Two people followed, but at a sensible distance. | Buy | |
| Being Dead | Jim Crace | For old times' sake, the doctors of zoology had driven out of town that Tuesday afternoon to make a final visit to the singing salt dunes at Baritone Bay. And to lay a ghost. They never made it back alive. They almost never made it back at all. | Buy | |
| Bel-Ami | Guy de Maupassant | When the cashier had given him change for his 5-franc piece, Georges Duroy left the restaurant. | Buy | |
| Bellefleur | Joyce Carol Oates | t was many years ago in that dark, chaotic, unfathomable pool of time before Germaine's birth (nearly twelve months before her birth), on a night in late September stirred by innumerable frenzied winds, like spirits contending with one another - mow plaintively, now angrily, now with a subtle cellolike delicacy capable of making the flesh rise on one's arms and neck - a night so sulfurous, so restless, so swollen with inarticulate longing that Leah and Gideon Bellefleur in their enormous bed quarreled once again, brought to tears because their love was too ravenous to be contained by their mere mortal bodies; and their groping, careless, anguished words were like strips or raw silk rubbed violently together (for each was convince the other did not, could not, be equal to his love - Leah doubted that any man was capable of a love so profound it could be silent, like a forest pond; Gideon doubted that any woman was capable of comprehending the nature of a man's passion, which might tear through him, rendering him broken and exhausted, as vulnerable as a smalll child): it was on this tumultuous rain-lashed night that Mahalaleel came to Bellefleur Manor on the western shore of the great Lake Noir, where he was to stay for nearly five years. | Buy | |
| Beloved | Toni Morrison | 124 was spiteful. | Buy | |
| Below the Salt | Thomas B Costain | John Foraday had always been quiet and imaginative, and this was the only fault his grandmother had found in him. | Buy | |
| Ben-Hur: A Tale of the Christ | Lewis | The Jebel es Zubleh is a mountain fifty miles and more in length, and so narrow that its tracery on the map gives it a likeness to a caterpillar crawling from the south to the north. Standing on its red-and-white cliffs, and looking off under the path of the rising sun, one sees only the Desert of Arabia, where the east winds, so hateful to vinegrowers of Jericho, have kept their playgrounds since the beginning. Its feet are well covered by sands tossed from the Euphrates, there to lie, for the mountain is a wall to the pasture-lands of Moab and Ammon on the west-lands which else had been of the desert a part. | Buy | |
| Benton's Row | Frank Yerby | Tom Benton, the man, himself, came into Louisiana in 1842, riding out of Texas, out of the sunset, out, in fact, of the myths and legends already enshrouding his past; becoming, by that simple act of appearing at the end of the San Antonio Trace, for the space of years, a man living, breathing, thinking like other men, differing from them only in the minor peculiarities by which each man differs from his fellows. | Buy | |
| Between the Conceits from Grey Area and Other Stories | Will Self | There are only eight people in London and fortunately I am one of them. | Buy | |
| Between the Rivers | Harry Turtledove | Sharur was walking back toward his family's shop and home on the Street of Smiths when a fever demon that had been basking on a broken mud brick soaking up heat sprang at him, its batlike wings glistening in the sun. | Buy | |
| Beverly of Graustark | George Barr McCutcheon | Far off in the mountain lands, somewhere to the east of the setting sun, lies the principality of Graustark, serene relic of rare old feudal days. | Buy | |
| Beyond This Place | Archibald Joseph Cronin | On Wednesday evenings Paul's mother took the tram from her work in the City Hall to the mid-week service at Merrion Chapel and he usually walked over from the university, after his five o'clock philosophy class, to meet her as she came out. But on this particular Wednesday, his interview with Professor Slade kept him late and, with a glance at his watch, he decided to go straight home. | Buy | |
| Biggles Defends the Desert | Captain W E Johns | So slowly as to be almost imperceptible the stars began to fade. | Buy | |
| Biggles in the Antarctic | Captain W E Johns | "As a job, ours is about the dullest ever." | Buy | |
| Billy Budd | Herman Melville | In the time before steamships, or then more frequently than now, a stroller along the docks of any considerable seaport would occasionally have his attention arrested by a group of bronzed mariners, man-of-war's men or merchant sailors in holiday attire, ashore on liberty. | Buy | |
| Bitter Lemons | Lawrence George Durrell | Journeys, like artists, are born and not made. A thousand differing circumstances contribute to them, few of them willed or determined by the will--whatever we may think. | Buy | |
| Bitter Sage | Frank Gruber | The sheriff unlocked the cell door and pulled it open. | Buy | |
| Black Ajax | George MacDonald Fraser | The black man is dying, but neither he nor any of the other men in the barn suspects it. | Buy | |
| Black Alibi | Cornell Woolrich | She was sitting there at her glass, at the fashionable going-out hour, trying to decide between a cluster of crystal grapes and a live gardenia as a shoulder decoration, when someone knocked at the suite door, outside across the adjoining reception room. | Buy | |
| Black and Blue | Anna Quindlen | The first time my husband hit me I was nineteen years old. | Buy | |
| Black Beauty | Anna Sewell | The first place that I can well remember was a large pleasant meadow with a pond of clear water in it. | Buy | |
| Black House | Stephen King and Peter Straub | Right here and now, as an old friend used to say, we are in the fluid present, where clear-sightedness never guarantees perfect vision. Here: about two hundred feet, the height of a gliding eagle, above Wisconsin's far western edge, where the vagaries of the Mississippi River declare a natural border. Now: an early Friday morning in mid-July a few year into both a new century and a new millennium, their wayward courses so hidden that a blind man has a better chance of seeing what lies ahead than you or I. | Buy | |
| Black Is the Fashion for Dying | Jonathan Latimer | He first heard the sound somewhere around quarter to eleven. | Buy | |
| Black Mischief | Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh | "We, Seth, Emperor of Azania, Chief of Chiefs of Sakuyu, Lord of Wanda and Tyrant of the Seas, Bachelor of the Arts of Oxford University, being in this the twenty-fourth year of our life, summoned by the wisdom of Almighty God and the unanimous voice of our people to the throne of our ancestors, do hereby proclaim . . ." Seth paused in his dictation and gazed out across the harbour where in the fresh breeze of early morning the last dhow was setting sail for the open sea. "Rats," he said; "stinking curs. They are all running away." | Buy | |
| Black Oxen | Gertrude Atherton | "Talk. Talk. Talk. . . . Good lines and no action . . . said all . . . not even promising first act . . . eighth failure and season more than half over . . . rather be a playwright and fail than a critic compelled to listen to has-beens and would-bes trying to put over bad plays." | Buy | |
| Black Rose | Christina Skye | The candles on the carved mahogany side table sputtered, their flickering dance reflected in a nearby set of crystal decanter and glasses. | Buy | |
| Bleak House | Charles Dickens | London. Michaelmas Term lately over, and the Lord Chancellor sitting in Lincoln's Inn Hall. | Buy | |
| Bliss | Peter Carey | Harry Joy was to die three times, but it was his first death which was to have the greatest effect on him, and it is this first death which we shall now witness. | Buy | |
| Blix | Frank Norris | It had just struck nine from the cuckoo clock that hung over the mantelpiece in the dining-room, when Victorine brought in the halved watermelon and set if in front of Mr. Bessemer's plate. | Buy | |
| Blood Meridian | Cormac McCarthy | See the child. He is pale and thin, he wears a thin and ragged linen shirt. | Buy | |
| Blood Tie | Mary Lee Settle | Mount Latmos, now called Annadag, had drawn nearer to the town. | Buy | |
| Blood Work | Michael Connelly | Her last thoughts were of Raymond. | Buy | |
| Blood-Red Dream | Michael Collins | It was night outside now in the April drizzle. | Buy | |
| Bloodline | Sidney Sheldon | He was seated in the dark, alone, behind the desk of Hajib Kafir,
staring unseeingly out of the dusty office window at the timeless
minarets of Istanbul. He was a man who was at home in a dozen
capitals of the world, but Istanbul was one of his favorite
cities. Not the tourist Istanbul of Beyoglu Street, or the gaudy
Lalezab Bar of the Hilton, but the out-of-the-way places that
only the Moslems knew: the yalis, and the small markets
beyond the souks, and the Telli Baba, the cemetery where only one person was buried, and the people came to pray to him. | Buy | |
| Blue Camellia | Frances Parkinson Keyes | The snow, which had fallen quietly at first, was now pelting against the windowpanes, driven by a wicked wind; the storm was rapidly assuming proportions of a blizzard. | Buy | |
| Blue Camellia | Frances Parkinson Keyes | Life was sometimes puzzling to Lavinia Winslow, but it was never dull, and she could remember when it had begun to seem both bewildering and more exciting. It was the spring after her father had been so sick, and she had made her grandmother and grandfather Winslow a long visit. | Buy | |
| Blue Highways | William Least Heat-Moon | Beware thoughts that come in the night. | Buy | |
| Blue Hurricane | F van Wyck Mason | "Howdy, Matt, never guessed ye'd drive in through a storm like this one," drawled the grocer peering shortsightedly over square-lensed spectacles | Buy | |
| Blue Lonesome | Bill Pronzini | Ms. Lonesome. | Buy | |
| Blueberries for Sal | Robert McCloskey | One day, Little Sal went with her mother to Blueberry Hill to pick blueberries. | 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 | |
| Bomber | Len Deighton | It was a bomber's sky: dry air, wind enough to clear the smoke, cloud broken enough to recognize a few stars. | Buy | |
| Bonjour Tristesse | Françoise Sagan | A strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave name of sadness. In the past the idea of sadness always appealed to me, now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I had known boredom, regret, and at times remorse, but never sadness. To-day something envelopes me like a silken web, enervating and soft, which isolates me.. | Buy | |
| Bonjour Tristesse | Francoise Sagan (pseudonym of Francoise Quoirez) | A strange melancholy pervades me to which I hesitate to give the grave and beautiful name of sorrow. The idea of sorrow has always appealed to me, but now I am almost ashamed of its complete egoism. I have known boredom, regret, and occasionally remorse, but never sorrow. Today it envelops me like a silken web, enervating and soft, and sets me apart from everybody else. | Buy | |
| Boon Island | Kenneth Lewis Roberts | Greenwich, for all its faults, was a fascinating place, and I always left it with regret, especially at Trinity Term, to go up to Oxford. | Buy | |
| Brave New World | Alduous Huxley | A squat gray building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and in a shield, the World State's motto, Community, Identity, Stability. | Buy | |
| Brave New World | Aldous Huxley | A squat grey building of only thirty-four stories. Over the main entrance the words, CENTRAL LONDON HATCHERY AND CONDITIONING CENTRE, and in a shield, the World State's motto, COMMUNITY, IDENTITY, STABILITY. | Buy | |
| Brazilian Gold Mine Mystery | Andy Adams | "Guard this letter as you would your life!" | Buy | |
| Breakfast at Tiffany's | Truman Capote | I am always drawn back to the places where I have lived, the houses and their neighborhoods. | Buy | |
| Breakfast of Champions | Kurt Vonnegut | This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast. | Buy | |
| Breakfast of Champions | Kurt Vonnegut Jr | This is a tale of a meeting of two lonesome, skinny, fairly old white men on a planet which was dying fast. | Buy | |
| Breakout | Richard Stark | When the alarm went off, Parker and Armiston were far to the rear of the warehouse, Armiston with the clipboard, checking off the boxes they'd want. | Buy | |
| Breath, Eyes, Memory | Edwidge Danticat | A flattened and drying daffodil was dangling off the little card that I had made my aunt Atie for Mother's day. I pressed my palm over the flower and squashed it against the plain beige cardboard. When I turned the corner near the house, I saw her sitting in an old rocker in the yard, staring at a group of children crushing dried yellow leaves into the ground. | Buy | |
| Breathing Lessons | Anne Tyler | Maggie and Ira Moran had to go to a funeral in Deer Lick, Pennsylvania. | Buy | |
| Bride Of The Mist | Christina Skye | She was shaking. | Buy | |
| Brideshead Revisited | Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh | "I have been here before," I said; I had been there before; first with Sebastian more than twenty years ago on a cloudless day in June, when the ditches were creamy with meadowsweet and the air heavy with all the scents of summer; it was a day of peculiar splendour, and though I ad been there so often, in so many moods, it was to that first visit that my heart returned on this, my latest. | Buy | |
| Brideshead Revisited | Evelyn Arthur St. John Waugh | When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view below me through the grey mist of early morning. | Buy | |
| Brideshead Revisted | Evelyn Waugh | When I reached C Company lines, which were at the top of the hill, I paused and looked back at the camp, just coming into full view before me through the grey mist of early morning | Buy | |
| Bridge to Terabithia | Katherine Paterson | Ba-room, ba-room, ba-room, baripity, baripity, baripity, baripity --- Good. | Buy | |
| Bridget Jones's Diary | Helen Fielding | I will not drink more than fourteen alcohol unit a week. | Buy | |
| Bright Day | J B Priestly | It was Brent, the film producer, who suggested that I should go down to Tralorna and stay at the Royal Ocean Hotel. | Buy | |
| Bright Orange for the Shroud | John D MacDonald | Another season was ending. | Buy | |
| Brighton Rock | Graham Henry Greene | Hale knew, before he had been in Brighton three hours, that they meant to murder him. | Buy | |
| Brown on Resolution | C S Forester | Leading Seaman Albert Brown lay dying on Resolution. | Buy | |
| Brown's Requiem | James Ellroy | Business was good. | Buy | |
| Buddenbrooks | Thomas Mann | "And - and - what comes next?" "Oh, yes, yes, what the dickens does come next? C'est la question, ma très chère demoiselle!" Frau Consul Buddenbrooks shot a glance at her husband and came to the rescure of her daughter. | Buy | |
| Burger's Daughter | Nadine Gordimer | Among the group of people waiting at the fortress was a schoolgirl in a brown and yellow uniform holding a green eiderdown quilt and, by the loop at its neck, a red hot-water bottle. | Buy | |
| Burglars Can't Be Choosers | Lawrence Block | A handful of minutes after nine I hoisted my Bloomingdale's shopping bag and moved out of a doorway and into step with a tall blond fellow with a faintly equine cast to his face. | Buy | |
| Burr | Gore Vidal | Shortly before midnight, July 1, 1833, Colonel Aaron Burr, aged seventy-seven, married Eliza Jumel, born Bowen fifty-eight years ago (more likely sixty-five but remember: she is prone to litigation!). | Buy | |
| Butcher's Moon | Richard Stark | Running toward the light, Parker fired twice over his left shoulder, not caring whether he hit anything or not. | Buy | |
| By Love Possessed | James Gould Cozzens | Love conquers all--omnia vincit amor, said the gold scroll in a curve beneath the dial of the old French gilt clock. | Buy | |
| Byrne | Anthony Burgess | Somebody had to do it. Blasted Byrne Pulled out a bunch of dollars from his pocket, Escudos, francs and dirhams. `Let them learn If they've a speck of talent not to mock it But plant it and expect a slow return. I whizzed mine skywards like a bloody rocket. Tell what they call a cautionary tale. Here's on the nail. Expect more in the mail. | Buy |