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| J R | William Gaddis | --Money. . . ? in a voice that rustled. | Buy | |
| Jacob Faithful | Captain Frederick Marryat | Gentle reader, I was born upon the water - not upon the salt and angry ocean, but upon the fresh and rapid-flowing river. It was in a floating sort of box, called a lighter, and upon the river Thames, at low water, when I first smelt the mud. This lighter was manned (an expression amounting to bullism, if not construed KIND-ly) by my father, my mother, and your humble servant. My father had the sole charge - he was monarch of the deck: my mother, of course, was queen, and I was the heir-apparent. | Buy | |
| Jaffery | William John Locke | I received a letter the day before yesterday from my old friend Jaffery Chayne, which has inspired me to write the following account of that dear, bull-headed, Pantagruelian being. I must say that I have been egged on to do so by my wife, of whom hereafter. | Buy | |
| Jailbird | Kurt Vonnegut Jr | Yes--Kilgore Trout is back again. He could not make it on the outside. That is no disgrace. A lot of good people can't make it on the outside. | Buy | |
| Jalna | Mazo de la Roche | Wakefield Whiteoak ran on and on, faster and faster, till he could run no farther. | Buy | |
| Jane and Prudence | Barbara Pym | Jane and Prudence were walking in the college garden before dinner. | Buy | |
| Jane Cable | George Barr McCutcheon | It was a bright, clear afternoon in the late fall that pretty Miss Cable drove up in her trap and waited at the curb for her father to come forth from his office in one of Chicago's tallest buildings. | Buy | |
| Jane Eyre | Charlotte Brontë | There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. | Buy | |
| Janice Meredith | Paul Leicester Ford | "Alonzo now once more found himself upon an element that had twice
proved destructive to his happiness, but Neptune was propitious,
and with gentle Breezes wafted him toward his haven of bliss,
toward Amarylis, Alas, when but one day from happiness, a Moorish
zebec." "Janice!" called a voice. | Buy | |
| Jarnegan | Jim Tully | Japper had drifted into Flannery's saloon on River Street, where Jack Muldoon stood at the bar. | Buy | |
| Jaws | Peter Benchley | The great fish moved silently through the night water, propelled by short sweeps of its crescent tail. | Buy | |
| Jazz | Toni Morrison | Sth, I know that woman. She used to live with a flock of birds on Lenox Avenue. Know her husband, too. He fell for an eighteen-year-old girl with one of those deepdown, spooky loves that made him so sad and happy he shot her just to keep the feeling going. When the woman, her name is Violet, went to the funeral to see the girl and to cut her dead face they threw her to the floor and out of the church. She ran, then, through all that snow, and when she got back to her apartment she took the birds from their cages and set them out the windows to freeze or fly, including the parrot that said, "I love you." | Buy | |
| Jennie Gerhardt | Theodore Dreiser | One morning, in the fall of 1880, a middle-aged woman, accompanied by a young girl of eighteen, presented herself at the clerk's desk of the principal hotel in Columbus, Ohio, and made inquiry as to whether there was anything about the place that she could do. | Buy | |
| Jenny Villiers | J B Priestly | There are two ways into the famous Green Room of the Theatre Royal, Barton Spa. | Buy | |
| Jerry of the Islands | Jack London | Not until Mister Haggin abruptly picked him up under one arm and stepped into the sternsheets of the waiting whaleboat, did Jerry dream that anything untoward was to happen to him. | Buy | |
| Jewels | Danielle Steel | The air was so still in the brilliant summer sun that you could hear the birds, and every sound for miles, as Sarah sat peacefully looking out her window. The grounds were brilliantly designed, perfectly manicured, the gardens laid out by Le Notre, as Versailles' had been, the trees towering canopies of green framing the park of the Chateau de la Meuze. The chateau itself was four hundred years old, and Sarah, Duchess of Whitfield, had lived there for fifty-two years now. | Buy | |
| Jitterbug Perfume | Tom Robbins | The beet is the most intense of vegetables. | Buy | |
| John Halifax, Gentleman | Dinah Maria Mulock | "Get out o' Mr. Fletcher's road, ye idle, lounging, little--" "Vagabond," I think the woman (Sally Walkins, once my nurse,) was going to say, but she changed her mind. | Buy | |
| Johnny Got His Gun | Dalton Trumbo | He wished the phone would stop ringing. | Buy | |
| Jonathon Livingston Seagull | Richard Bach | It was morning, and the new sun sparkled gold across the ripples of a gentle sea. | Buy | |
| Joseph and His Brethren | Harold Webber Freeman | The black soil of the hillside field glistened coldly in the meagre rays of the westering sun which were all that it caught of warmth and light during the day, surrounded as it was on three sides by dense pine copses. | Buy | |
| Joseph and His Brothers | Thomas Mann | It was beyond the hills north of Hebron, a little east of the Jerusalem road, in the month of Adah; a spring evening, so brightly moonlit that one could have seen to read, and the leaves of the single tree there standing, an ancient and mighty terebinth, short-trunked, with strong and spreading branches, stood out find and sharp against the light, beside their clusters of blossom--highly distinct, yet shimmering in a web of moonlight. | Buy | |
| Joseph Andrews | Henry Fielding | It is a trite but true observation that examples work more forcibly on the mind than precepts, and if this be just in what is odious and blameable, it is more strongly so in what is amiable and praiseworthy. | Buy | |
| Journey | Danielle Steel | The long black limousine pulled up slowly, and came to a stop, in a long line of cars just like it. It was a balmy evening in early June, and two Marines stepped forward in practiced unison, as Madeleine Hunter emerged gracefully from the car in front of the east entrance to the White House. | Buy | |
| Journey to the Centre of the Earth | Jules Verne | On 24 May 1863, a Sunday, my uncle, Professor Lidenbrock, came rushing back towards his little house at No. 19 Königstrasse, one of the oldest streets in the historic part of Hamburg. | Buy | |
| Joy Street | Frances Parkinson Keyes | Emily Thayer stood beside the Christmas tree in the drawing room of the old Forbes house on Louisburg Square, looking out at the candle-lighted windows across the park and listening to the carolers who came stamping through the snow. At least, this was what she appeared to be doing. | Buy | |
| Jubal Sackett | Louis L'Amour | A cold wind blew off Hanging Dog Mountain and I had no fire, nor dared I strike so much as a spark that might betray my hiding place. Somewhere near, an enemy lurked, waiting. | Buy | |
| Jubilee Trail | Gwen Bristow | In the summer of 1844, Garnet Cameron graduated from Miss Wayne's Select Academy for Young Ladies. This was a boarding-school on a country estate in upper Manhattan, and Garnet had been a pupil there for four years. On graduation day she was awarded three medals: for music, horsemanship, and politeness. | Buy | |
| Jude the Obscure | Thomas Hardy | The schoolmaster was leaving the village, and everybody seemed sorry. | Buy | |
| Juggernaut | Desmond Bagley | The telephone call came when I was down by the big circular pool chatting up the two frauleins I had cut out of the herd. | Buy | |
| Julius Caesar | William Shakespeare | Hence! home, you idle creatures, get you home! Is this a holiday? What, know you not, Being mechanical, you ought not walk Upon a laboring day without the sign Of your profession? Speak, what trade art thou? | Buy | |
| Jumanji | Chris Van Allsburg | "Now remember," Mother said, "your father and I are bringing some guests by after the opera, so please keep the house neat." | Buy | |
| Jurassic Park | Michael Crichton | Mike Bowman whistled cheerfully as he drove the Land Rover through the Cabo Blanco Biological Reserve, on the west coast of Costa Rica. It was a beautiful morning in July and the road before him was spectacular: hugging the edge of a cliff, overlooking the jungle and the blue Pacific. According to the guidebooks, Cabo Blanco was unspoiled wilderness, almost a paradise. | Buy | |
| Just David | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | Far up on the mountain-side stood alone in the clearing. It was roughly yet warmly built. Behind it jagged cliffs broke the north wind, and towered gray-white in the sunshine. Before it a tiny expanse of green sloped gently away to a point where the mountain dropped in another sharp descent, wooded with scrubby firs and pines. At the left a footpath led into the cool depths of the forest. | Buy |