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| E.T., the Extra-Terrestrial Storybook | William Kotzwinkle | The spaceship floated gently, anchored by a beam of lavender light to the earth below. Round in shape and glowing warmly, it looked like a gigantic old Christmas tree ornament fallen from the sky. The ship landed on Earth purposefully, the intelligence commanding it beyond navigational error. Yet an error was about to be made . . . | Buy | |
| Earth and High Heaven | Gwethalyn Graham | One of the questions they were sometimes asked was where and how they had met, for Marc Reiser was a Jew, originally from a small town in northern Ontario, and from 1933 until he went overseas in September, 1942, a junior partner in the law firm of Maresch and Aaronson in Montreal, and Erica Drake was a Gentile, one of the Westmount Drakes. | Buy | |
| Earthly Powers | Anthony Burgess | It was the afternoon of my eighty-first birthday, and I was in bed with my catamite when Ali announced that the archbishop had come to see me. | Buy | |
| East Lynne | Mrs. Henry Wood | In an easy chair of the spacious and handsome library of his town-house, sat William, Earl of Mount Severn. | Buy | |
| East of Eden | John Ernst Steinbeck | The Salinas Valley is in Northern California. It is a long narrow swale between two ranges of mountains, and the Salinas River winds and twists up the center until it falls at last into Monterey Bay. | Buy | |
| East Side, West Side | Marcia Davenport | Jessie Bourne like to wake very slowly in the morning, gradually feeling the coming to life of each of her senses. | Buy | |
| Easy Meat | John Harvey | The last words Norma Snape said to her youngest that Thursday: "You let me get my hands on you, you little tripeshanks, and I'll wring your miserable neck!" | Buy | |
| Eben Holden | Irving Bacheller | Of all the people that ever went west that expedition was the most remarkable. | Buy | |
| Edge of Panic | Henry Kane | Sky tinted the windows, morning pale. | Buy | |
| Eight Black Horses | Ed McBain | The lady was extraordinarily naked. | Buy | |
| Eight Million Ways to Die | Lawrence Block | I saw her entrance. | Buy | |
| Einstein's Dreams | Alan Lightman | Suppose time is a circle, bending back on itself. The world repeats itself, precisely, endlessly. | Buy | |
| Election | Tom Perrotta | All I ever wanted to do was teach. I never had to struggle like other people with the question of what to do with my life. | Buy | |
| Elizabeth Appleton | John O'Hara | The house was at the corner of Harvard Road and Bucknell Street, set back on two sides from the unpaved sidewalks, and with a garage at the rear. | Buy | |
| Ellen Foster | Kaye Gibbons | When I was little I would think of ways to kill my daddy. I would figure out this or that way and run it down through my head until it got easy. | Buy | |
| Elmer Gantry | Sinclair Lewis | Elmer Gantry was drunk. He was eloquently drunk, lovingly and pugnaciously drunk. | Buy | |
| Eloise | Kay Thompson | I am Eloise I am six I am a city child I live at The Plaza | Buy | |
| Eloise at Christmastime | Kay Thompson | Once there was this little child You know her I believe Here's who she is me ELIOISE And it is Christmas Eve It's Christmas Eve With a blizzard outside And four below zero or more But inside the Plaza we're cozy and warm in our rooms on the tippy top floor Oooooooooooooooooooo! | Buy | |
| Eloise in Paris | Kay Thompson | One teatime this telephone was ringing its head off so I picked it up and oh my Lord it was the front desk saying Eloise there's a cablegram down here for you do you want us to send it up? | Buy | |
| Elsie Venner | Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr | There is nothing in New England corresponding at all to the feudal aristocracies of the Old World. | Buy | |
| Emile | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | Everything is good as it leaves the hands of the author of things, degenerates in the hands of man. | Buy | |
| Emile | Jean-Jacques Rousseau | I began this disorderly and almost endless collection of scattered thoughts and observations in order to gratify a good mother who knows how to think. | Buy | |
| Emma | Jane Austen | Emma Woodhouse, handsome, clever, and rich, with a comfortable home and happy disposition, seemed to unite some of the best blessings of existence; and had lived nearly twenty-one years in the world with very little to distress or vex her. | Buy | Read |
| Ender's Game | Orson Scott Card | "I've watched through his eyes, I've listened through his ears, and I tell you he's one. Or at least as close as we're going to get." | Buy | |
| Endless Love | Scott Spencer | When I was seventeen and in full obedience to my heart's most urgent commands, I stepped far from the pathway of normal life and in a moment's time ruined everything I loved - I loved so deeply, and when the love was interrupted, when the incorporeal body of love shank back in terror and my own body was locked away, it was hard for others to believe that a life so new could suffer so irrevocably. | Buy | |
| Endymion | John Keats | A thing of beauty is a joy forever; Its loveliness increases; it will never Pass into nothingness; but still will keep A bower quiet for us, and a sleep Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. | Buy | |
| Enemy of God | Bernard Cornwell | Today I have been thinking about the dead. | Buy | |
| England Your England | George Orwell | As I write, highly civilized human beings are flying overhead, trying to kill me. | Buy | |
| English Journey | J B Priestly | I will begin, I said, where a man might well first land, at Southampton. | Buy | |
| Eragon | Christopher Paolini | Wind howled through the night, carrying a scent that would change the world. | Buy | |
| Erewhon | Samuel Butler | If the reader will excuse me, I will say nothing of my antecedents, nor of the circumstances which led me to leave my native country, the narrative would be tedious to him and painful to myself. Suffice it, that when I left home it was with the intention of going to some new colony, and either finding, or even perhaps purchasing, waste crown land suitable for cattle or sheep farming, by which means I thought that I could better my fortunes more rapidly than in England. | Buy | |
| Escape | Ethel Vance | The doctor took out the stitches, swabbed the scar with a disinfectant, and then made an examination of his patient. | Buy | |
| Esther | Henry Brooks Adams | The new church of St. John's, on Fifth Avenue, was thronged the morning of the last Sunday of October, in the year 1880. Sitting in the gallery, beneath the unfinished frescoes, and looking down the nave, one caught an effect of autumn gardens, a suggestion of chrysanthemums and geraniums, or of October woods, dashed with scarlet oaks and yellow maples. | Buy | |
| Ethan Frome | Edith Wharton | I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story. | Buy | |
| Ethan Frome | Edith Newbold Wharton (nee Jones) | I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as
generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different
story. If you know Starkfield, Massachusetts, you know the post-office. If you know the post-office, you must have seen Ethan Frome drive up to it, drop the reins on his hollow-backed bay and drag himself across the brick pavement to the white colonnade: and you must have asked who he was. | Buy | |
| Eugene Onegin | Alexander Sergivich Pushkin | "My uncle, a most worthy gentleman, When he fell seriously ill, Constrained everyone to respect him, Couldn't have done better if he tried. His behaviour was a lesson to us all." | Buy | |
| Eugenie Grandet | Honore de Balzac | There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is, perhaps, the silence of the cloister, the barrenness of moors, the skeleton of ruins; life and movement are so stagnant there that a stranger might think them uninhabited, were it not that he encounters suddenly the pale, cold glance of a motionless person, whose half-monastic face peers beyond the window-casing at the sound of an unaccustomed step. | Buy | |
| Eugenie Grandet | Honore de Balzac | There are houses in certain provincial towns whose aspect inspires melancholy, akin to that called forth by sombre cloisters, dreary moorlands, or the desolation of ruins. Within these houses there is, perhaps, the silence of the cloister, the barrenness of moors, the skeleton of ruins; life and movement are so stagnant there that a stranger might think them uninhabited, were it not that he encounters suddenly the pale, cold glance of a motionless person, whose half-monastic face peers beyond the window-casing at the sound of an unaccustomed step. | Buy | |
| Europa: The Days of Ignorance | Robert Stephen Briffault | The old fellow who was cadging drinks from me the other night at the Cafe Royal told me he had known Julian Bern's people in the old days at Rome. | Buy | |
| Evangeline | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow | THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the
hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest. | Buy | |
| Even Cowgirls Get the Blues | Tom Robbins | Amoebae leave no fossils. | Buy | |
| Even Cowgirls Get the Blues | Tom Robbins | Amoebae leave no fossils. They haven't any bones. (No teeth, n belt buckles, no wedding rings.) It is impossible, therefore, to determine how long amoebae have been on Earth. | Buy | |
| Even the Wicked | Lawrence Block | On a Tuesday night in August I was sitting in the living room with TJ, watching two guys hit each other on one of the Spanish-language cable channels, and enjoying the fresh air more than the fight. | Buy | |
| Evening in Byzantium | Irwin Shaw | Dinosauric, obsolete, functions and powers atrophied, dressed in sport shirts from Sulka and Cardin, they sat across from each other at small tables in airy rooms overlooking the changing sea and dealt and received cards just as they had done in the lush years in the rainfall forest of the West Coast when in all seasons they had announced the law in the banks, the board rooms, the Moorish mansions, the chateaux, the English castles, the Georgian town houses of Southern California. | Buy | |
| Evensong | Gail Godwin | It on began on a Friday evening. I mean "began" in the old storytelling sense, for oftener than not what we call beginnings are fulfillments of things set in motion a long time ago. | Buy | |
| Evergreen | Belva Plain | In the beginning there was a warm room with a table, a black iron stove and red-flowered wallpaper. The child lay on a cot feeling the good heat while the mother mover peacefully from the table to the stove. When the mother sang her small voice quavered over the lulling nonsense-words; the song was meant to be gay but the child felt sadness in it. | Buy | |
| Every Living Thing | James Herriot | I am never at my best in the early morning, especially a cold morning in the Yorkshire spring with a piercing March wind sweeping down from the fells, finding its way inside my clothing, nipping at my nose and ears. | Buy | |
| Everybody Dies | Lawrence Block | Andy Buckley said, "Jesus Christ," and braked the Cadillac to a stop. | Buy | |
| Everybody Had a Gun | Richard S Prather | It's a funny thing. | Buy | |
| Everything That Rises Must Converge | Flannery O'Connor | Her doctor had told Julian's mother that she must lose twenty pounds on account of her blood pressure, so on Wednesday nights Julian had to take her downtown on the bus for a reducing class at the Y. | Buy | |
| Everything's Eventual | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | It's so dark that for awhile--just how long I don't know--I think I'm still unconscious. | Buy | |
| Evil Come, Evil Go | Whit Masterson | The newspapers called it the Crime of the Century. | Buy | |
| Excellent Women | Barbara Pym | "Ah, you ladies!" | Buy | |
| Except the Dying | Maureen Jennings | They started with the boots, which looked new. | Buy | |
| Executive Orders | Tom Clancy | The FBI's emergency command center on the fifth floor of the Hoover building is an odd-shaped room, roughly triangular and surprisingly small with room for only fifteen of so people to bump shoulders. Number sixteen to arrive, tieless and wearing casual cloths, was Deputy Assistant Director Daniel E. Murray. | Buy | |
| Executive Suite | Cameron Hawley | A minute or two before or after two-thirty on the afternoon on the twenty-second of June, Avery Bullard suffered what was subsequently diagnosed as a cerebral hemorrhage. | Buy | |
| Exile | George Warwick Deeping | She had been christened Barbara Irene. But, since the family name was Brown, she had taken to herself in the nursery the more intimate and characteristic name of Bib, and as Bib she had continued to be known until the irreverent affection of a rough and tumble girls' school had named her Billy. | Buy | |
| Exodus | Leon Uris | The airplane plip-plopped down the runway to a halt before the big sign: WELCOME TO CYPRUS. | Buy | |
| Expensive People | Joyce Carol Oates | I was a child murderer. | Buy | |
| Eye of the Needle | Ken Follett | It was the coldest winter for forty-five years. Villages in the English countryside were cut off by the snow and the Thames froze over. One day in January the Glasgow-London train arrived at Euston twenty-four hours late. | Buy | |
| Eyeless in Gaza | Aldous Huxley | The snapshots had become almost as dim as memories. | Buy |