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| H.M. Pulham, Esquire | John Phillips Marquand | Ever since Bo-jo Brown and I had gone to one of those country day schools for little boys, Bo-jo had possessed what are known as "qualities of leadership"; that is to say, he had what it takes to be the Head Boy of the School. | Buy | |
| Half a Rogue | Harold MacGrath | It was Warrington's invariable habit--when no business or social engagement pressed him to go elsewhere--to drop into a certain quaint little restaurant just off Broadway for his dinners. It was out of the way; the throb and rattle of the great commercial artery became like the far-off murmur of the sea, restful rather than annoying. He always made it a point to dine alone, undisturbed. The proprietor nor his silent-footed waiters had the slightest idea who Warrington was. | Buy | |
| Hamlet Prince of Denmark | William Shakespeare | Who's there? | Buy | |
| Handy Andy | Samuel Lover | Andy Rooney was a fellow who had the most singularly ingenious knack of doing everything the wrong way; disappointment waited on all affairs in which he bore a part, and destruction was at his fingers' ends; so the nickname the neighbours stuck upon him was Handy Andy, and the jeering jingle pleased them. | Buy | |
| Hannibal | Thomas A Harris | Clarice Starling's Mustang boomed up the entrance ramp at the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms on Massachusetts Avenue, a headquarters rented from the Reverend Sun Myung Moon in the interest of economy. | Buy | |
| Hard Cash | Charles Reade | In a snowy villa, with a sloping lawn, just outside the great
commercial seaport, Barkington, there live a few years ago a
happy family. A lady, middle-aged, but still charming, two young
friends of hers, and a periodical visitor. The lady was Mrs. Dodd; her occasional visitor was her husband; her friends were her son Edward, aged twenty, and her daughter Julia, nineteen; the fruit of a misalliance. | Buy | |
| Hard Times | Charles Dickens | "Now, what I want is Facts," | Buy | |
| Harold and Maud | Colin Higgins | Harold Chasen stepped up on the chair and placed the noose about his neck. | Buy | |
| Harriet and the Piper | Kathleen Norris | Richard Carter had called the place "Crownlands," not to please himself, or even his wife. But it was to his mother's newly born family pride that the idea of being the Carters of Crownlands made its appeal. | Buy | |
| Harrison Bergeron | Kurt Vonnegut Jr | The year was 2081, and everyone was finally equal. | Buy | |
| Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire | J K Rowling | The villagers of Little Hangleton still called it "the Riddle House," even though it had been many years since the Riddle family had lived there. It stood on a hill overlooking the village, some its windows boarded, tiles missing from its roof, and ivy spreading unchecked over its face. Once a fine-looking manor, and easily the largest and grandest building for miles around, the Riddle House was now damp, derelict, and unoccupied. | 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 | |
| Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban | J K Rowling | Harry Potter was a highly unusual boy in many ways. | Buy | |
| Have Gat--Will Travel | Richard S Prather | The morgue in Los Angeles is downstairs in the Hall of Justice. | Buy | |
| Have His Carcase | Dorothy L. Sayers | The best remedy for a bruised heart is not, as so many people seem to think, repose upon a manly bosom. Much more efficacious are honest work, physical activity, and the sudden acquisition of wealth. | 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 | |
| He Sees You When You're Sleeping | Mary Higgins Clark and Carol Higgins Clark | There's nothing worse than listening to the sounds of preparations for a great party, knowing that you're not invited. It's even worse when the party is located in heaven, Sterling Brooks thought to himself. | Buy | |
| Headed for a Hearse | Jonathan Latimer | In the cell to the right, a man was still crying. | Buy | |
| Heart of Darkness | Joseph Conrad | Nellie, a cruising yawl, swung to her anchor without a flutter of sails, and was at rest. | Buy | |
| Heartbeat | Danielle Steel | The sound of an ancient typewriter sang out staccato in the silence of the room, as a cloud of blue smoke hung over the corner where Bill Thigpen was working. Glasses shoved up high on his head, coffee in styrofoam cups hovering dangerously near the edge of the desk, ashtrays brimming, his face intense, blue eyes squinting at what he was writing. Faster, faster, a glance over his shoulder at the clock ticking relentlessly behind him. | Buy | |
| Heartland | Wilson Harris | The solid morning mist began to disintegrate and dark shoulders of rock appeared in the water giving the illusion of swimmers, reaching from bank to bank, dispersing from themselves wreaths of snakes with imperceptible strokes. | Buy | |
| Hearts in Atlantis | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | Bobby Garfield's father had been one of those fellow who start losing their hair in their twenties and are completely bald by the age of forty-five or so. Randall Garfield was spared this extremity by dying of a heart attack at thirty-six. | Buy | |
| Hearts of Three | Jack London | Events happened very rapidly with Francis Morgan that late spring morning. | Buy | |
| Heaven and Hell | John Jakes | All around him, pillars of fire shot skyward. The fighting had ignited the dry underbrush, then the trees. Smoke brought tears to his eyes and made it hard to see the enemy skirmishers. | Buy | |
| Heaven's My Destination | Thornton Niven Wilder | One morning in the late summer of 1930 the proprietor and several guests at the Union Hotel at Crestcrego, Texas, were annoyed to discover Biblical texts freshly written across the blotter on the public writing-desk. | Buy | |
| Heirs Apparent | Sir Philip Gibbs | Julian Perryam was awakened at nine o'clock on a May morning in his bedroom in the Turl, off Broad Street, Oxford. He desired to sleep longer--hours longer--years longer--after a somewhat hectic night which had ended--how the deuce had it ended? | Buy | |
| Helen of the Old House | Harold Bell Wright | No well informed resident of Millsburgh, when referring to the principal industry of his little manufacturing city, ever says "the mills"--it is always "the Mill." | Buy | |
| Henderson the Rain King | Saul Bellow | What made me take this trip to Africa? There is no quick explanation. Things got worse and worse and worse and pretty soon they were too complicated. | Buy | |
| Henry Reed's Baby-Sitting Service | Keith Robertson | Well, here I am back in Grover's Corner, New Jersey. | Buy | |
| Henry Reed's Big Show | Keith Robertson | Here I am in Grover's Corner again and it's good to be back. | Buy | |
| Henry Reed, Inc. | Keith Robertson | My name is Henry Harris Reed and this is my journal. | Buy | |
| Her Father's Daughter | Gene Stratton-Porter | "What makes you wear such funny shoes?" | Buy | |
| Here on Earth | Alice Hoffman | Tonight, the hay in the fields is already brittle with frost, especially to the west of Fox Hill, where the pastures shine like stars. In October, darkness begins to settle by four-thirty and although the leaves have turned scarlet and gold, in the dark everything is a shadow of itself, gray with a purple edge. At this time of year, these woods are best avoided, or so the local boys say. | Buy | |
| Herzog | Saul Bellow | If I am out of my mind, it's all right with me thought Moses Herzog. | Buy | |
| High Adventure | Donald E Westlake | The girl was a real pest. | Buy | |
| High Sierra | W R Burnett | Early in the twentieth century, when Roy Earle was a happy boy on an Indiana farm, he had no idea that at thirty-seven he'd be a pardoned ex-convict driving alone through the Nevada-California desert toward an ambiguous destiny in the Far West. | Buy | |
| High Towers | Thomas B Costain | No words can convey an adequate impression of the small settlement known as Ville Marie de Montreal as it was in the final years of the seventeenth century. | Buy | |
| His Children's Children | Arthur Cheney Train | The clock on Trinity Church pointed to half-past four. Rufus Kayne glanced up from the letter at which he was scowling, observed the lateness of the hour and pressed a pearl button upon the desk beside him. He had not noticed the swift fading of the November afternoon, for he worked in an artificial glare. The light which beats upon the president of a trust company rivals that which in past days was said to beat upon a throne. | Buy | |
| His Family | Ernest Poole | He was thinking of the town he had known. Not of old New York--he had heard of that from old, old men when he himself had still been young and had smiled at their garrulity. He was thinking of a young New York, the mighty throbbing city to which he had come long ago as a lad from the New Hampshire mountains. A place of turbulent thoroughfares, of shouting drivers, hurrying crowds, the crack of whips and the clatter of wheels; an uproarious, thrilling town of enterprise, adventure, youth; a city of pulsing energies, the center of a boundless land; a port of commerce with all the world, of stately ships with snowy sails; a fascinating pleasure town, with throngs of eager travelers hurrying from the ferryboats and rolling off in hansom cabs to the huge hotels on Madison Square. A city where American faces were still to be seen upon all its streets, a cleaner and an kindlier town, with more courtesy in its life, less of the vulgar scramble. | Buy | |
| Hit Man | Lawrence Block | Keller flew United to Portland. | Buy | |
| Hitty Her First Hundred Years | Rachel Field | The antique shop is very still now. Theobold and I have it all to ourselves, for he cuckoo clock was sold the day before yesterday and Theobold has been so industrious of later there are no more mice to venture out from behind the woodwork. Theobold is the shop cat--the only thing in it that is not for sale, which has made him rather overbearing at times. | Buy | |
| HMS Ulysses | Alistair MacLean | Slowly, deliberately, Starr crushed out the butt of his cigarette. | Buy | |
| Hogfather: A Novel of Discworld | Terry Pratchett | Everything starts somewhere, although many physicists disagree. | Buy | |
| Holiday Romance | Charles Dickens | This beginning-part is not made out of anybody's head, you know. | Buy | |
| Hollywood Husbands | Jackie Collins | Jack Python walked through the lobby of the Beverly Hills Hotel with every eye upon him. He had money, charisma, a certain kind of power, razor-sharp wit, and fame. It all showed. | Buy | |
| Hollywood Wives | Jackie Collins | "You look fantastic!" "You think?" "I know." | Buy | |
| Home Truths | David Lodge | The cottage stands all on its own at the end of a rutted cart-track that leads off from the main road to the village, about a mile away. | Buy | |
| Homecoming: Reclaiming and Championing Your Inner Child | John Bradshaw | I couldn't believe I could be so childish. I was 40 years old and I had raged and screamed until everyone--my wife, my stepchildren, and my son--was terrified. Then I got in my car and left them. There I was, sitting all alone in a motel in the middle of our vacation on Padre Island. I felt very alone and ashamed. | Buy | |
| Homer Price | Robert McCloskey | About two miles outside of Centerburg where route 56 meets route 56A there lives a boy named Homer. | Buy | |
| Hondo | Louis L'Amour | He rolled the cigarette in his lips, liking the taste of the tobacco, squinting his eyes against the sun glare. His buckskin shirt, seasoned by sun, rain, and sweat, smelled stale and old. His jeans had long since faded to a neutral color that lost itself against the desert. | Buy | |
| Honour This Day | Alexander Kent | English Harbour, in fact the whole island of Antigua, seemed to crouch motionless as if pinned down by the noon sun. | Buy | |
| Hornblower During the Crisis | C S Forester | Hornblower was expecting the knock on the door, because he had seen through his cabin window enough to guess what was happening outside. | Buy | |
| Hornblower Goes to Sea | C S Forester | A January gale was roaring up the Channel, blustering loudly, and bearing in its bosom rain squalls whose big drops rattled loudly on the tarpaulin clothing of those among the officers and men whose duties kept them on deck. | Buy | |
| Hornet's Nest | Patricia Cornwell | That morning, summer sulked and gathered darkly over Charlotte, and heat shimmered on pavement. Traffic teemed, people pushing forward to promise as they drove through new construction, and the past was bulldozed away. | Buy | |
| Horton Hears a Who! | Dr. Seuss (pseudonym of Theodore Seuss Geisel) | On the fifteenth of May, in the Jungle of Nool, In the heat of the day, in the cool of the pool, He was splashing . . . enjoying the jungle's great joys . . . When Horton the elephant heard a small noise. | Buy | |
| Hot Pursuit | Christina Skye | Taylor looked south to the distant sprawl of San Francisco. | Buy | |
| Hotel | Arthur Hailey | If he had his way, Peter McDermott thought, he would have fired the chief house detective long ago. But he had not had his way and now, once more, the obese ex-policeman was missing when he was needed most. | Buy | |
| House Divided | Ben Ames Williams | Lucy Hanks, pulling corn, hating the weary task, moved slowly up the clearing. She wrenched off the full ears with a resentful vehemence, tossing them in little piles behind her. | Buy | |
| House of Sand and Fog | Andre Dubus III | The fat one, the Radish Torez, he calls me Camel, because I am Persian and because I can bear this August sun longer than the Chinese and the Panamanians and even the little Vietnamese, Tran. He works very quickly without rest, but when Torez stops the orange highway truck in front of the crew, Tran hurries for his paper cup of water with the rest of them. This heat is no good for work. | Buy | |
| House of the Spirits | Isabel Allende | Barrabas came to us by sea, the child Clara wrote in her delicate calligraphy. | 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 | |
| How Green Was My Valley | Richard Llewellyn | I am going to pack my two shirts with my other socks and my best suit in the little blue cloth my mother used to tie round her hair when she did the house, and I am gong from the Valley. | Buy | |
| How Much for Just the Planet? | John M Ford | The Officer's Mess of the starship USS Enterprise was a small, rather cozy room, with comfortable chairs, moderately bright lighting, and a food-service wall with four delivery slots, no waiting. | Buy | |
| How The West Was Lost | Stephen Aron | Around sunset on December 22, 1769, while hunting near the Kentucky River, Daniel Boone met Wil Emery. | Buy | |
| How to Be Good | Nick Hornby | I am in a car park in Leeds when I tell my husband I don't want to be married to him anymore. David isn't even in the car park with me. He's at home, looking after the kids, and I have only called him to remind him that he should write a note for Molly's class teacher. The other bit just sort of . . . slips out. This is a mistake, obviously. | Buy | |
| How to Save Your Own Life | Erica Jong | I left my husband on Thanksgiving Day. It was nine years since I met him and almost that long since I'd married him--time enough to know something isn't working, and yet it wasn't easy. | Buy | |
| Howards End | E M Forster | One may as well begin with Helen's letters to her sister. | Buy | |
| Humboldt's Gift | Saul Bellow | The book of ballads published by Von Humboldt Fleisher in Thirties was an immediate hit. | Buy | |
| Hunger | Knut Hamson | All of this happened while I was walking around starving in Christiania -- that strange city no one escapes from until it has left its mark on him.... | Buy | |
| Hungry Hill | Daphne du Maurier | On the third of March 1820, John Brodrick set out from Andriff to Doonhaven, intending to cover the fifteen miles of his journey before nightfall. | Buy | |
| Hunted Down | Charles Dickens | Most of us see some romances in life. | Buy | |
| Hunter | Richard Stark | When a fresh-faced guy in a Chevy offered him a lift, Parker told him to go to hell. | Buy | |
| Hypatia | Charles Kingsley | In the four hundred and thirteenth year of the Christian era, some three hundred miles above Alexandria, the young monk Philammon was sitting on the edge of a low range of inland cliffs, crested with drifting sand. | Buy |