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| D'ri and I | Irving Bacheller | A poet may be a good companion, but, so far as I know, he is ever the worst of fathers. | Buy | |
| Daddy | Danielle Steel | The snowflakes fell in big white clusters, clinging together like a drawing from a fairy tale, just like in the books Sarah used to read to the children. She sat at the typewriter, looking out the window, watching snow cover the lawn, hanging from the trees like lace, and she completely forgot the story she'd been chasing around in her head since early that morning. | Buy | |
| Dagger of Flesh | Richard S Prather | For a long moment, she clung to me, whispering, her lips soft against my throat. | Buy | |
| Daisy Miller | Henry James | At the little town of Vevey, in Switzerland, there is a particularly comfortable hotel | Buy | |
| Dakota Home | Debbie Macomber | It was the screaming that woke him | Buy | |
| Dangerous Days | Mary Roberts Rinehart | Natalie Spenser was giving a dinner. She was not an easy hostess. | Buy | |
| Dangerous Liaisons | Pierre Choderlos de Laclos | LETTER I: Cecile de Volanges to Sophie Carnay at the Ursuline
Convent of ----- You see my dear Sophie I am keeping my word. Frills and furbelows do not take up all my time; there will always be some left over for you. Nonetheless, I have seen more frippery in the course of this one day than I did in all the four years we spent together; and I think our fine Tanville is going to be more mortified by my next visit to the convent (when I shall certainly ask to see her) than she could ever have hoped we were by all those visits of hers to us en grande tenue. | Buy | |
| Daniel Deronda | George Eliot | Was she beautiful or not beautiful? and what was the secret of form or expression which gave the dynamic quality to her glance? Was the good or the evil genius dominant in those beams? Probably the evil; else why was the effect that of unrest rather than of undisturbed charm? Why was the wish to look again felt as coercion, and not as a longing in which the whole being consents? | Buy | |
| Daniel Martin | John Fowles | Whole sight; or all the rest is desolation. | Buy | |
| Darconville's Cat | Alexander Louis Theroux | Darconville, the schoolmaster, always wore black. | Buy | |
| Dark Hester | Anne Douglas Sedgwick | 'I suppose I have hated her from the first moment I say her,' Monica Wilmott heard herself saying, and she saw Hester as she had first seen her, sitting in the open window of the Chelsea drawing-room against the background of the river; extraordinarily quiet, extraordinarily assured, with black eyebrows and a thin black cloak lined with red. | Buy | |
| Darkness at Noon | Arthur Koestler | The cell door slammed behind Rubishov. | Buy | |
| Darkness Take My Hand | Denis Lehane | When I was a kid, my father took me up on the roof of a freshly burned building. | Buy | |
| Darkness Visible | William Styron | In Paris on a chilling evening late in October of 1985 I first became fully aware that the struggle with the disorder in my mind--a struggle which had engaged me for several months--might have a fatal outcome. | Buy | |
| Darwin's Radio | Greg Bear | The flat sky spread over the black and gray mountains like a stage backdrop, the color of a dog's pale crazy eye. | Buy | |
| Darwinia | Robert Charles Wilson | Guilford Law turned fourteen the night the world changed. | Buy | |
| Daughter of Silence | Morris L. West | It was a bright noon, high summer, in the upland valleys of Tuscany: a torpid time, a season of dust and languor, of stripped flax and larks in the wheat stubble, and the new wines coming to vintage in the country of the Elder Gods. | Buy | |
| David Copperfield | Charles Dickens | Whether I shall turn out to be the hero of my own life, or whether that station will be held by anybody else, these pages must show. | Buy | |
| Dawn | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | It was on his fourteenth birthday that Keith Burton discovered the Great Terror, though he did not know it by that name until some days afterward. He knew only, to this surprise and distress, that the "Treasure Island," given to him by his father for a birthday present, was printed in type so blurred and poor that he could scarcely read it. | Buy | |
| Daylight on Saturday | J B Priestly | Once inside the factory we shall have to stay there, so we had better take a quick look at it first from the outside. | Buy | |
| De Bello Gallico | Julius Caesar | Gaul as a whole is divided into three parts. [Lat., Gallia est omnis divisa in partes tres.] | Buy | |
| Dead and Buried | Howard Engel | Irma Dowden looked over my office. | Buy | |
| Dead Folks' Blues | Steven Womack | All right, I'll tell you. | Buy | |
| Dead Man | Joe Gores | Sherman Rare Books was a narrow elegant storefront across Post Street from the side entrance to the St. Francis Hotel. | Buy | |
| Dead Man's Walk | Richard S Prather | We could see the low, bone-white hotel now, its wings curving toward the sea like the base of a sun-bleached skull. | Buy | |
| Dead Skip | Joe Gores | The 1969 Plymouth turned into Seventh Avenue from Fulton, away from Golden Gate Park | Buy | |
| Deadeye Dick | Kurt Vonnegut Jr | To the as-yet-unborn, to all innocent wisps of undifferentiated nothingness: Watch out for life. | Buy | |
| Deadly Edge | Richard Stark | Up here, the music was just a throbbing under the feet, a distant pulse. | Buy | |
| Dear and Glorious Physician | Taylor Caldwell | Lucanus was never sure whether he liked or disliked his father. He was only certain that he pitied him. Simple men of no pretensions could be admired. Wise men could be honored. But his father was not simple or wise, though he considered himself the latter. | Buy | |
| Dear Brutus | Sir James Matthew Barrie | Scene: - LOB's house - the drawing room at Sinister Warren, LOB's house in a remote part of England. | Buy | |
| Dear Enemy | Jean Webster | Dear Judy: Your letter is here. I have read it twice, and with amazement. Do I understand that Jervis has given you, for a Christmas present, the making over of the John Grier Home into a model institution, and that you have chosen me to disburse the money? Me--I, Sallie McBride, the head of an orphan asylum! My poor people, have you lost your senses, or have you become addicted to the use of opium, and is this the raving of two fevered imaginations? I am exactly as well fitted to take care of one hundred children as to become the curator of a zoo. | Buy | |
| Dearly Beloved | Anne Morrow Lindbergh | Dearly beloved--late again! | Buy | |
| Death by Degrees | Eric Wright | By March the preliminary skirmishing was completed. | Buy | |
| Death Claims | Joseph Hansen | Arena Blanca was right. | Buy | |
| Death Comes for the Archbishop | Willa Sibert Cather | One summer evening in the year 1848, three Cardinals and a missionary were dining together in the gardens of a villa in the Sabine hills, overlooking Rome. | Buy | |
| Death in Don Mills | Hugh Garner | George Bullay finished his softboiled egg and one slice of buttered wholewheat toast. | Buy | |
| Death In Holy Orders | P D James | It was Father Martin's idea that I should write an account of how I found the body. | Buy | |
| Death Kit | Susan Sontag | Diddy the Good was taking a business trip. | Buy | |
| Death of a Citizen | Donald Hamilton | I was taking a Martini across the room to my wife, who was still chatting with our host, Amos Darrel, the physicist, when the front door of the house opened and a man came in to join the party. | Buy | |
| Death to the French | C S Forester | Half a dozen horsemen were picking their way up a breakneck path. | Buy | |
| Debt of Honor | Tom Clancy | There was a university somewhere in the Midwest, Jack had once heard on the radio, which had an instrument package designed to go inside a tornado. | Buy | |
| Deck the Halls | Mary Higgins Clark and Carol Higgins Clark | Regan Reilly sighed for the hundredth time as she looked down at her mother, Nora, a brand-new patient in Manhattan's Hospital for Special Surgery. "And to think I bought you that dopey crocheted rug you tripped on," she said. | 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 | |
| Delilah | Marcus Goodrich | She was very slim and light. | Buy | |
| Deliverance | James Dickey | It unrolled slowly, forced to show its colors, curling and snapping back whenever one of us turned loose. | Buy | |
| Delta of Venus: Erotica | Anais Nin | There was a Hungarian adventurer who had astonishing beauty, infallible charm, grace, the powers of a trained actor, culture, knowledge of many tongues, aristocratic manners. Beneath all of this was a genius for intrigue, for slipping out of difficulties, for moving in and out of countries. | Buy | |
| Delta of Venus: Erotica | Anais Nin | [April, 1940] A book collector offered Henry Miller a hundred dollars a month to write erotic stories. It seemed like a Dantesque punishment to condemn Henry to write erotica at a dollar a page. | Buy | |
| Demian | Hermann Hesse | I shall begin my story with an experience I had when I was ten and attended our small town's Latin school. | Buy | |
| Democracy | Henry Brooks Adams | For reasons which many persons thought ridiculous, Mrs. Lightfoot Lee decided to pass the winter in Washington. | Buy | |
| Demons | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | In setting out to describe the recent and very strange events that took place in our town, hitherto not remarkable for anything, I am forced, for want of skill, to begin somewhat far back--namely, with some biographical details concerning the talented and much esteemed Stepan Trofimovich Verkhovensky. Let these details serve merely as an introduction to the chronicle presented here, while the story itself, which I am intending to relate, still lies ahead. | Buy | |
| Dere Mable | Edward Streeter | Dere Mable: I guess you thought I was dead. Youll never know how near you was to right. We got the tents up at last, though, so I got a minit to rite. I guess they choose these camps by mail order. The only place there flat is on the map. Where our tents is would make a good place for a Rocky Mountin goat if he didnt break his neck. The first day the Captin came out an says "Pitch your tents here." | Buy | |
| Desecration | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele slept fitfully and awoke tangled in a prickly woolen blanket, knees drawn to his chest and fists balled under his chin. He bolted from the cot and peered out of his tiny makeshift quarters near Mizpe Ramon in the Negev Desert. | Buy | |
| Desiree | Annemarie Selinko | A woman can usually get what she wants from a man if she has a well-developed figure. So I've decided to stuff four handkerchiefs into the front of my dress tomorrow; then I shall look really grown up. Actually I am grown up already, but nobody else knows that, and I don't altogether look it. | Buy | |
| Desperation | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Oh! Oh, Jesus! Gross! "What, Mary, what?" "Didn't you see it?" "See what?" | Buy | |
| Destiny Run | James Axler | She came awake slowly. | Buy | |
| Devil in a Blue Dress | Walter Mosley | I was surprised to see a white man walk into Joppy's bar. | Buy | |
| Devil to Pay | C Northcote Parkinson | The George Inn, Portsmouth, was the scene of feverish activity. | Buy | |
| Diana of the Crossways | George Meredith | Among the Diaries beginning with the second quarter of our century, there is frequent mention of a lady then becoming famous for her beauty and her wit: "an unusual combination," in the deliberate syllables of one of the writers, who is, however, not disposed to personal irony when speaking of her. | Buy | |
| Diana: Her True Story | Andrew Morton | The voice on the other end of the telephone line was abrupt and filled with contained excitement. "Go to scrambler" it said. This was not the operations room of a naval warship or a secret room in the White House but my modest office above a restaurant in north London. The scrambler device was duly attached to the standard telephone and the first details emerged of Prince Charles's dismissal of his private secretary, Major-General Sir Christopher Airey. | Buy | |
| Diane of the Green Van | Leona Dalrymple | Spring was stealing lightly over the Connecticut hills, a shy, tender thing of delicate green winging its way with witch-rod over the wooded ridges and the sylvan paths of Diane Westfall's farm. | Buy | |
| Diary of a Madman | Nikolai Vasilievich Gogol | October 3rd Something very peculiar happened today. | Buy | |
| 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 | |
| Die Trying | Lee Child | Nathan Rubin died because he got brave | Buy | |
| Different Seasons | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | There's a guy like me in every state and federal prison in America. I guess--I'm the guy who can get it for you. | Buy | |
| Dinner at Antoine's | Frances Parkinson Keyes | "Isn't it all wonderful, darling? Would you ever have dreamed, back in Milwaukee, that it could be warm like this the second of January? Or that everything in New Orleans would be just ten times as cute and quaint as we thought it would be?" | Buy | |
| Dinosaur Summer | Greg Bear | On the last day of school, after walking to the old brownstone building on 85th where they had an apartment, Peter's father told him that they would be going away for a few months. | Buy | |
| Disclosure | Michael Crichton | Tom Sanders never intended to be late for work on Monday, June 15. At 7:30 in the morning, he stepped into the shower at his home on Bainbridge Island. He knew he had to shave, dress, and leave the house in ten minutes if he was to make the 7:50 ferry and arrive at work by 8:30, in time to go over the remaining points with Stephanie Kaplin before they went into the meeting with the lawyers from Conley-White. He already had a full day of work, and the fax he had just received from Malaysia made it worse. | Buy | |
| Disobedience | Jane Hamilton | Reading someone else's e-mail is a quiet, clean enterprise. There is no pitter-pattering around the room, no opening and closing the desk drawers, no percussive creasing as you draw the paper from the envelope and unfold it. There is no sound but the melody of the dial-up, the purity of the following Gregorian tones, and the sweet nilhilistic measure of static. | Buy | |
| Disputed Passage | Lloyd Cassell Douglas | It was two o'clock in the afternoon of the last Thursday in September, opening day of the fall semester. | Buy | |
| Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood | Rebecca Wells | Tap-dancing child abuser. That's what The Sunday New York Times from March 8, 1973, had called Vivi. The pages of the week-old Leisure Arts section lay scattered on the floor next to Sidda as she curled up in the bed, covers pulled tightly around her, portable phone on the pillow next to her head. | Buy | |
| Divine Secrets of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood | Rebecca Wells | Sidda is a girl again in the hot heart of Louisiana, the bayou world of Catholic saints and voodoo queens. | Buy | |
| Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep | Philip K. Dick | A merry surge of electricity piped by automated alarm from the mood organ beside his bed awakened Rick Deckard. Surprised--it always surprised him to find himself awake without prior notice--he rose from the bed, stood up in his multicolored pajamas, and stretched. Now, in her bed, his wife Iran opened her gray, unmerry eyes, blinked, then groaned and shut her eyes again. | Buy | |
| Doc Savage: His Apocalyptic Life | Philip José Farmer | I could find out how the weather was on Friday, February 15, 1933, by checking an almanac. | Buy | |
| Doctor Dogbody's Leg | James Norman Hall | On a dreary autumn evening when the clouds hung low in the heavens and the masts and yards of the tall men-of-war in the harbour were obscured by a chill drizzle of rain, there was no more inviting spot in Portsmouth than the taproom of Will Tunn's Cheerful Tortoise. | Buy | |
| Doctor Faustus | Thomas Mann | With utmost emphasis I wish to attest that it is not out of any desire to thrust my own person into the foreground that I offer a few words about myself and my circumstances in preface to this account of the life of the last Adrian Leverkuhn, to this first and certainly very provisional biography of a musical genius, a revered man sorely tried by fate, which both raised him up and cast him down. | Buy | |
| Doctor Grimshawe's Secret | Nathaniel Hawthorne | A long time ago, in a town with which I used to be familiarly acquainted, there dwelt an elderly person of grim aspect, known by the name and title of Doctor Grimshawe, whose household consisted of a remarkably pretty and vivacious boy, and a perfect rosebud of a girl, two or three years younger than he, and an old maid of all work, of strangely mixed breed, crusty in temper and wonderfully sluttish in attire. | Buy | |
| Doctor Marigold | Charles Dickens | I am a Cheap Jack, and my father's name was William Marigold | Buy | |
| Doctor Thorne | Anthony Trollope | Before the reader is introduced to the modest country medical practitioner who is to be the chief personage of the following title, it will be well that he should be made acquainted with some particulars as to the locality in which, and the neighbours among whom, our doctor followed his profession. | Buy | |
| Doctor Zhivago | Boris Pasternak | On they went, singing 'Eternal Memory', and whenever they stopped, the sound of their feet, the horses and the gusts of wind seemed to carry on their singing. Passers-by made way for the procession, counted the wreaths and crossed themselves. Some joined in out of curiosity and asked: 'Who is being buried?' | Buy | |
| Dodsworth | Sinclair Lewis | The aristocracy of Zenith were dancing at the Keenpoose Canoe Club. | Buy | |
| Dog Soldiers | Robert Stone | There was only one bench in the shade and Converse went for it, although it was already occupied. | Buy | |
| Dolores | Jacqueline Susann | There was a mean chill in the air as Air Force One began its slow approach toward Washington. Although the plane was warm, the occupants could almost sense the dankness below. Dolores shivered and folded her arms about herself and stared at the lights below . . . the thousands of tiny cars that moved like an army of lemmings through the city. | Buy | |
| Dolores Claiborne | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | What did you ask, Andy Bissette? Do I "understand these rights as you've explained em to me"? Gorry! What makes some men so numb? | Buy | |
| Dombey and Son | Charles Dickens | Dombey sat in the corner of the darkened room in the great armchair by the bedside, and Son lay tucked up warm in a little basket bedstead, carefully disposed on a low settee immediately in front of the fire and close to it, as if his constitution were analogous to that of a muffin, and it was essential to toast hom brown while he was very new. | Buy | |
| Don Quixote | Miguel de Cervantes | At a village of La Mancha, whose name I do not wish to remember, there lived a little while ago one of those gentlemen who are wont to keep a lance in the rack, an old buckler, a lean horse and a swift greyhound. | Buy | |
| Don't Go Near the Water | William Clark Brinkley | In peacetime Lieutenant Commander Clinton T. Nash had been in charge of a Merill Lynch, Pierce, Fenner and Beane office in the Midwest. Not long after Pearl Harbor he had been commissioned directly from his brokerage office without the corrupting effect of any intervening naval training. | Buy | |
| Don't Just Die There | Henry Kane | When you toady about with millionaires, the bullfrog starts its croaking. | Buy | |
| Don't Stop the Carnival | Herman Wouk | Kinja was the name of the island when it was British. | Buy | |
| Doomsday | George Warwick Deeping | Someone had asked Mary Viner as a child why she so disliked going to school, and had received the pregnant reply: "'Cos one does the same thing every day"; and at the age of three-and-twenty Mary was still resenting repetition. | Buy | |
| Doomsday Book | Connie Willis | Mr. Dunworthy opened the door to the laboratory and his spectacles promptly steamed up. | Buy | |
| Dorothy Vernon of Haddon Hall | Charles Major | Since I play no mean part in the events of this chronicle, a few words concerning my own history previous to the opening of the story I am about to tell you will surely not be amiss, and they may help you to a better understanding of my narrative. | Buy | |
| Double Exposure | Stephen Collins | A striking redhead in a short black skirt and sparkly yellow see-through blouse sat alone at a dark booth in a tiny, almost-empty bar on the corner of Third Avenue and Eight-ninth Street, her eyes glued to a TV set suspended over rows of bottles. | Buy | |
| Double in Trouble | Richard S Prather and Stephen Marlowe | I'm a private eye. | Buy | |
| Double Indemnity | James M. Cain | I drove out to Glendale to put three new truck drivers on a brewery company bond, and then I remembered this renewal over in Hollywood. | Buy | |
| Double Star | Robert A. Heinlein | If a man walks in dressed like a hick and acting as if he owned the place, he's a spaceman. | Buy | |
| Downriver | Loren D Estleman | Superior rolled under a Wedgwood sky, stacking sunlight in long platinum rows and tangling in the broken rocks on the beach. | Buy | |
| Dracula | Bram Stoker | Jonathan Harker's Journal 3 May. Bistritz.-- Left Munich at 8:35 P.M., on 1st May, arriving at Vienna early next morning; should have arrived at 6:46, but train was an hour late | Buy | |
| Dragon Seed | Pearl S. Buck | Ling Tan lifted his head. Over the rice field in which he stood to his knees in water he heard his wife's high loud voice. | Buy | |
| Dragonfly in Amber | Diana Jean Gabaldon | Roger Wakefield stood in the center of the room, feeling surrounded. | Buy | |
| Drawing Dead | Pete Hautman | Joseph Caruso Battagno (better known as Joey Cadillac, Joey C. to his friends and customers, Mr. C. to his employees, Joe Chicago to his Las Vegas investors, and occasionally referred to as "Stallion" by Chrissy Swenson, his twenty-two-year-old side squeeze, former Miss Minnesota, recently imported from the frozen wastelands of the north) said that the copy of Batman #3 he held in his chubby right hand was not for reading--it was for investing. | Buy | |
| Dreamcatcher | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | It became their motto, and Jonesy couldn't for the life of him remember which of them started saying it first. Payback's a bitch, that was his. | Buy | |
| Dreams Die First | Harold Robbins (originally Francis Kane) | It was five o'clock in the afternoon when I woke up. The room stank of stale cigarettes and cheap sour red wine. I rolled out of bed and almost fell as I stumbled over the boy sleeping on the floor beside my bed. I stared down at him in surprise. He was naked and I couldn't remember how or when he got there. Even worse, I didn't recognize him. | Buy | |
| Drinking: A Love Story | Caroline Knapp | I drank. I drank Fume Blank at the Ritz-Carlton Hotel, and I drank double shots of Johnnie Walker Black on the rocks at a dingy Chinese restaurant across the street from my office, and I drank at home. For a long time I drank expensive red wine, and I learned to appreciate the subtle differences between a silky Merlot and a tart Cabernet Sauvignon and a soft, earthy Beaucastel from the south of France, but I never really cared about those nuances because, honestly they were beside the point. | Buy | |
| Drivin' Woman | Elizabeth Pickett Chevalier | In that opaque land between sleep and wakefulness, she wrestled anxiously with the giant of her future. How could she, a girl--single-handed--restore the old way of life to Virginia in time to assure suitable marriages to herself and her three younger sisters. | Buy | |
| Drowning Ruth | Christina Schwarz | Ruth remembered drowning. | Buy | |
| Drum Beat--Dominique | Stephen Marlowe | For a guy who once held down the number two spot in the protocol section of the State Department, Jack Morley had come a long way--all of it in the wrong direction. | Buy | |
| Drums Along the Mohawk | Walter D. Edmonds | It was the second day of their journey to their first home. | Buy | |
| Dubin's Lives | Bernard Malamud | They sometimes met on country roads when there were flowers or snow. | Buy | |
| Due North | Mitchell Smith | She stood on the fox until it died. | Buy | |
| Dune | Frank Herbert | In the week before their departure to Arrakis, when all the final scurrying about had reached a nearly unbearable frenzy, an old crone came to visit the mother of the boy, Paul. | Buy |