| I Can't Stop Running | Edward S Aarons | The light bothered him. | Buy | |
| I Capture the Castle | Dodie Smith | I write this sitting in the kitchen sink. That is, my feet are
in it; the rest of me is on the draining-board, which I have
padded with our dog's blanket and the tea-cozy. I can't say that
I am really comfortable, and there is a depressing smell of
carbolic soap, but this is the only part of the kitchen where
there is any daylight left. And I have found that sitting in a
place where you have never sat before can be inspiring--I wrote
my very best poem while sitting on the hen-house. Though even
that isn't a very good poem. I have decided my poetry is so bad
that I mustn't write any more of it. | Buy | |
| I Heard the Owl Call My Name | Margaret Craven | He stood at the wheel, watching the current stream, and the bald
eagles fishing for herring that waited until the boat was almost
upon them to lift, to drop the instant it had passed. The tops
of the islands were wreathed in cloud, the sides fell steeply,
and the firs that covered them grew so precisely to the high tide
line that now, at slack, the upcoast of British Columbia showed
its bones in a straight salvage of wet, dark rock. | Buy | |
| I Is for Innocent | Sue Grafton | I feel compelled to report that at the moment of my death, my
entire life did not pass before my eyes in a flash. There was no
beckoning white light at the end of a tunnel, no warm fuzzy
feeling that my long-departed loved ones were waiting on The
Other Side. What I experienced was a little voice piping up in
an outraged tone, "Oh, come on. You're not serious. This is
really it?" | Buy | |
| I Know This Much Is True | Wally Lamb | On the afternoon of October 12, 1990, my twin brother Thomas
entered the Three Rivers, Connecticut Public Library, retreated
to one of the rear study carrels, and prayed to God the sacrifice
he was about to commit would be deemed acceptable. | Buy | |
| I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings | Maya Angelou | When I was three and Bailey was four, we had arrived in the musty little town, wearing tags on our wrists which instructed - "To Whom It May Concern" - that we were Marguerite and Bailey Johnson Jr., from Long Beach, California, en route to Stamps, Arkansas, c/o Mrs. Annie Henderson. | Buy | |
| I Was Dora Suarez | Derek Raymond | Interrupted by her because she had come to see what was happening next door while he was still finishing up with the girl, the killer came up to the old woman without a word, got hold of her as if she were a load of last week's rubbish and hurled her through the front of her grandfather clock which stood just inside the door of the flat, using strength that even he didn't know he had. | Buy | |
| I'll Take Manhattan | Judith Krantz | Maxi Amberville, with characteristic impatience and a lifelong
disregard for regulations, sprang out of her seat in the moving
Concorde that was taxiing to a stop, and raced along the narrow
aisle toward the forward exit. Her fellow passengers sat in the
aloof tranquility of those who have paid twice the price of a
first-class ticket to travel from Paris to New York and felt no
further pressure to hurry. As she flew by a few eyebrows were
elegantly raised at the sight of such an unpardonly pretty girl
in an undignified rush. | Buy | |
| I, Claudius | Robert Graves | I, Tiberius Claudius Drusus Nero Germanicus This-that-and-the-other (for I shall not trouble you yet with all my titles) who was once, and not so long ago either, known to my friends and relatives and associates as "Claudius the Idiot", or "That Claudius", or "Claudius the Stammerer", or "Clau-Clau-Claudius" or at best as "Poor Uncle Claudius", am now about ot write this strange history of my life; starting from my earliest chilhood and continuing year by year until I reach the fateful point of change where, some eight years ago, at the age of fifty-one, I suddenly found myself caught in what I may call the "golden predicament" from which I have never since become disentangled. | Buy | |
| I, Robot | Isaac Asimov | I looked at my notes and I didn't like them. I'd spent three days at U.S. Robots and might as well have spent them at home with the Encyclopedia Tellurica. | Buy | |
| Iacocca | Lee A. Iacocca | Nicola Iacocca,--my father, arrived in this country in 1902 at
the age of twelve--poor, alone, and scared. He used to say the
only thing he was sure of when he got here was that the world was
round. | Buy | |
| Ice | Ed McBain | It was still snowing hard when she came out of the theatre. | Buy | |
| Ice Palace | Edna Ferber | Every third woman you passed on Gold Street in Baranof was young,
pretty, and pregnant. The men, too, were young, virile, and
pregnant with purpose. | Buy | |
| Icon | Frederick Forsyth | It was the summer when the price of a small loaf of bread topped a million roubles | Buy | |
| If Nobody Speaks of Remarkable Things | Jon McGregor | If you listen, you can hear it. | Buy | |
| If on a Winter's Night a Traveler | Italo Calvino | You are about to begin reading Italo Calvino's new novel, If
on a winter's night a traveler. Relax. Concentrate. Dispel
very other thought. Let the world around you fade. Best to
close the door; the TV is always on in next room. Tell the
others right away, "No, I don't want to watch TV!" Raise your
voice--they won't hear you otherwise--"I'm reading! I don't want
to be disturbed!" | Buy | |
| If Tomorrow Comes | Sidney Sheldon | She undressed slowly, dreamily, and when she was naked, she
selected a bright red negligee to wear so that the blood would
not show. Doris Whitney looked around the bedroom for the last
time to make certain that the pleasant room, grown dear over the
past thirty years, was neat and tidy. She opened the drawer of
the bedside table and carefully removed the gun. | Buy | |
| If Winter Comes | Arthur Stuart-Menteth Hutchinson | To take Mark Sabre at the age of thirty-four, and in the year
1912, and at the place Penny Green is to necessitate looking back
a little towards the time of his marriage in 1904, but happens to
find him in good light for observation. | Buy | |
| Ill Wind | James Hilton | "Curious, the way things do jump out of nothing." | Buy | |
| Illegal Alien | Robert J Sawyer | The Navy lieutenant poked his close-cropped head into the aircraft carrier's wardroom. | Buy | |
| Illusions: The Adventures of a Reluctant Messiah | Richard Bach | There was a Master come unto the earth, born in the holy land of Indiana, raised in the mystical hills east of Fort Wayne. | Buy | |
| Immortal Wife | Irving Stone | She swept into the reception room of Miss English's Academy, her
hazel eyes bright with anger, the rustle of her taffeta gown
raised from a crisp whisper to a cry by the vigor of her
movements. | Buy | |
| In America | Susan Sontag | Irresolute, no shivering, I'd crashed a party in the private
dining room of a hotel. | Buy | |
| In Another Country | Ernest Hemingway | In the fall the war was always there, but we did not go to it any
more. | Buy | |
| In Cold Blood | Truman Capote | The village of Holcomb stands on the high wheat plains of western Kansas, a lonesome area that other Kansans call "out there". | Buy | |
| In Gallant Company | Alexander Kent | The stiff offshore wind, which had backed slightly to the north-west during the day, swept across New York's naval anchorage, bringing no release from the chilling cold and the threat of more snow. | Buy | |
| In Our Time | Ernest Hemingway | The strange thing was, he said, how they screamed every night at
midnight. I do not know why they screamed at that time. We were
in the harbor and they were all on the pier and at midnight they
started screaming. | Buy | |
| In Secret | Robert William Chambers | The case in question concerned a letter in a yellow envelope,
which was dumped along with other incoming mail upon one of the
many long tables where hundreds of women and scores of men sat
opening and reading thousands of letters for the Bureau of
P.C.--whatever that may mean. | Buy | |
| In the Beginning | Chaim Potok | All beginnings are hard. | Buy | |
| In the Bishop's Carriage | Miriam Michelson | When the thing was at its hottest, I bolted. Tom, like the
darling he is--(Yes, you are, old fellow, you're as precious to
me as--as you are to the police--if they could only get their
hands on you)--well, Tom drew off the crowd, having passed the
old gentleman's watch to me, and I made for the women's rooms. | Buy | |
| In the Days of the Comet | H.G. Wells (Herbert George Wells) | I saw a gray-haired man a figure of hale age, sitting at a desk
and writing. | Buy | |
| In the Midst of Death | Lawrence Block | October is about as good as the city gets. | Buy | |
| In the Penal Colony | Franz Kafka | "It's a remarkable piece of apparatus," said the officer to the
explorer and surveyed with a certain air of admiration the
apparatus which was after all quite familiar to him. The
explorer seemed to have accepted merely out of politeness the
Commandant's invitation to witness the execution of a soldier
condemned to death for disobedience and insulting behavior to a
superior. | Buy | |
| In the Reign of Terror | G A Henty | "I don't know what to say, my dear." | Buy | |
| In the South Seas | Robert Louis Stevenson | For nearly ten years my health had been declining; and for some while before I set forth upon my voyage, I believed I was come to the afterpiece of life, and had only the nurse and undertaker to expect | Buy | |
| In the Wilderness | Robert Smythe Hichens | Amedeo Dorini, the hall porter of the Hotel Cavour in Milan,
stood on the pavement before the hotel one autumn afternoon in
the year 1894, waiting for the omnibus, which had gone to the
station, and which was now due to return, bearing--Amedeo
hoped--a load of generously inclined travelers. During the years
of his not unpleasant servitude Amedeo had become a student of
human nature. He had learnt to judge shrewdly and soundly, to
sum up quickly, to deliver verdicts which were not unjust. | Buy | |
| In the Workhouse--Christmas Day | George Robert Sims | It is Christmas Day in the Workhouse. | Buy | |
| In This House of Brede | Rumer Godden | The motto was "Pax," but the word was set in a circle of thorns. | Buy | |
| Infinite Jest | David Foster Wallace | I am seated in an office, surrounded by heads and bodies. My
posture is consciously congruent to the shape of my hard chair.
This is a cold room in University Administration, wood-walled,
Remington-hung, double-windowed against the November heat,
insulated from Administrative sounds by the reception area
outside, at which Uncle Charles, Mr. deLint and I were lately
received. | Buy | |
| Inheritance | Phyllis Bentley | He meant to see Mary that morning, reflected Will Oldroyd as his father rode away up the frozen lane with a last shouted instruction, and he was not going to be put off by any nonsense about frames. Not that he meant to neglect the frames, of course, not likely! But he would see to them in his own time and in his own way; he knew his own mind and he intended to follow it. | Buy | |
| Inside the Bar | George John Whyte-Melville | "I hope you feel your arm a little easier, sir, this evening?"
says Miss Lushington, reappearing in her own peculiar department,
fresh and blooming from the revision of her toilet, which usually
takes place about seven P.M. Miss Lushington's
habits are peculiarly regular and methodical; her attractions of
a dazzling, not to say gaudy, description; she is a thorough
woman of business, if indeed such a designation be not a
contradiction in terms; but when she does take a day's
pleasure, there are few ladies who can produce a more
satisfactory effect than Miss L. | Buy | |
| Insomnia | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | No one--least of all Dr. Litchfield--came right out and told
Ralph Roberts that his wife as going to die, but there came a
time when Ralph understood without being told. | Buy | |
| Interface | Joe Gores | The dead Mexican lay on his back and stared at the ceiling. | Buy | |
| Interview with the Vampire | Anne Rice | "I see . . ." said the vampire thoughtfully, and slowly he walked
across the room towards the window. | Buy | |
| Into the Niger Bend | Jules Verne | Certainly the audacious robbery which the press featured as 'The Central Bank Business,' and which was front-page news for a whole fortnight, has not yet been forgotten. | Buy | |
| Intruder in the Dust | William Faulkner | It was just noon that Sunday morning when the sheriff reached the
jail with Lucas Beuachamp though the whole town (the whole
country for that matter) had known since the night before that
Lucas had killed a white man. | Buy | |
| Invasion of the Body Snatchers | Jack Finney | I warn you that what you're starting to read is full of loose ends and unanswered questions. | Buy | |
| Invasion of the Body Snatchers | Jack Grandison Finney | I warn you that what you're starting to read is full of loose
ends and unanswered questions. It will not be neatly tied up at
the end, everything resolved and satisfactorily explained. Not
by me it won't, anyway. | Buy | |
| Iron Heel | Jack London | The soft summer wind stirs the redwoods, and Wild-Water ripples
sweet cadences over its mossy stones. There are butterflies in
the sunshine, and from everywhere arises the drowsy hum of bees.
It is so quiet and peaceful, and I sit here, and ponder, and am
restless. It is the quiet that makes me restless. It seems
unreal. All the world is quiet, but it is the quiet before the
storm. I strain my ears, and all my senses, for some betrayal of
that impending storm. Oh, that it may not be premature! That it
may not be premature! | Buy | |
| Ironweed | William Kennedy | Riding up the winding road of Saint Agnes Cemetery in the back of
the rattling old truck, Francis Phelan became aware that the
dead, even more than the living, settled down in neighborhoods.
The truck was suddenly surrounded by fields of monuments and
cenotaphs of kindred design and striking size, all guarding the
privileged dead. | Buy | |
| Irresistible Forces | Danielle Steel | It was a brilliantly sunny day in New York, and the temperature
had soared over the hundred mark long before noon. You could
have fried an egg on the sidewalk. | Buy | |
| Island | Aldous Huxley | "Attention," a voice began to call, and it was as though an oboe
had suddenly become articulate. "Attention," repeated in the
same high, nasal monotone. "Attention." | Buy | |
| Island in the Sea of Time | S M Stirling | Ian Arnstein stepped off the ferry gangway and hefted his bags. | Buy | |
| Islands in the Stream | Ernest Hemingway | The house was built on the highest part of the narrow tongue of
land between the harbor and the open sea. It had lasted through
three hurricanes and it was built solid as a ship. It was shaded
by tall coconut palms that were bent by the trade wind and on the
ocean side you could walk out of the door and down the bluff
across the white sand and into the Gulf Stream. | Buy | |
| Isle of Dogs | Patricia Cornwell | Unique First fit her name like a glove, or at least this was how
her mother always put it. Unique came first and was one of a
kind. There was no one else like her--and this was a damn good
thing, to quote her father, Dr. Ulysses First, who had never
understood what genetic malignancy blighted his only child. | Buy | |
| Israel Potter | Herman Melville | The traveller who at the present day is content to travel in the
good old Asiatic style, neither rushed along by a locomotive, nor
dragged by a stage-coach; who is willing to enjoy hospitalities
at far-scattered farmhouses, instead of paying his bill at an
inn; who is not to be frightened by any amount of loneliness, or
to be deterred by the roughest roads or the highest hills; such a
traveller in the eastern part of Berkshire, Mass., will find
ample food for poetic reflection in the singular scenery of a
country, which, owing to the ruggedness of the soil and its lying
out of the track of all public conveyances, remains almost as
unknown to the general tourist the interior of Bohemia. | Buy | |
| It | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | The terror, which would not end for another twenty-eight
years--if it ever did end--began, so far as I know or can tell,
with a boat made from a sheet of newspaper floating down a gutter
swollen with rain. | Buy | |
| It Can't Happen Here | Sinclair Lewis | The handsome dining room of the Hotel Wessex, with its gilded
plaster shields and the mural depicting the Green Mountains, had
been reserved for the Ladies' Night Dinner of the Fort Beulah
Rotary Club. | Buy | |
| It Is Never Too Late to Mend | Charles Reade | George Fielding cultivated a small farm in Berkshire. | Buy | |
| It's an Old Country | J B Priestly | On the Friday of the week following his mother's funeral, Tom Adamson had dinner with the Wentworths, Andrew and Madge. | Buy | |
| Ivanhoe | Sir Walter Scott | In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by the River Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest. | Buy | |
| Ivanhoe | Walter Dill Scott | In that pleasant district of merry England which is watered by
the river Don, there extended in ancient times a large forest,
covering the greater part of the beautiful hills and valleys
which lie between Sheffield and the pleasant town of Doncaster. | Buy | |
