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| La belle dame sane merci | John Keats (1) | Oh, what can all thee knight at arms Alone and palely loitering? | Buy | |
| Laddie | Gene Stratton-Porter | "Have I got a Little Sister anywhere in this house?" inquired Laddie at the door, in his most coaxing voice. | Buy | |
| Lady Audley's Secret | Mary Elizabeth Braddon | It lay down in a hollow, rich with fine old timber and luxuriant pastures; and you came upon it through an avenue of limes, bordered on either side by meadows, over the high hedges of which the cattle looked inquisitively at you as you passed, wondering, perhaps, what you wanted; for there was no thoroughfare, and unless you were going to the Court you had no business there at all. | Buy | |
| Lady Baltimore | Owen Wister | Like Adam, our first conspicuous ancestor, I must begin, and lay the blame upon a woman; I am glad to recognize that I differ from the father of my sex in no important particular, being as manlike as most of his sons. | Buy | |
| Lady Boss | Jackie Collins | From the very beginning they were destined to be a lethal combination--Lucky Santangelo and Lennie Golden. Two stubborn, crazy, smart people. | Buy | |
| Lady Chatterley's Lover | D H Lawrence | Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically | Buy | |
| Lady Chatterley's Lover | David Herbert Lawrence | Ours is essentially a tragic age, so we refuse to take it tragically. The cataclysm has happened, we are among the ruins, we start to build up new little habits, to have new little hopes. It is rather hard work: there is now no smooth road into the future: but we go round, or scramble over the obstacles. We've got to live, no matter now many skies have fallen. | Buy | |
| Lady Rose's Daughter | Mrs. Humphry Ward | "Hullo! No!--Yes!--upon my soul, it is Jacob! Why, Delafield, my dear fellow, how are you?" | Buy | |
| Lady Sings the Blues | Billie Holiday | Mom and Pop were just a couple of kids when they got married. He was eighteen, she was sixteen, and I was three. | Buy | |
| Lady Susan | Jane Austen | My Dear Brother,--I can no longer refuse myself the pleasure of profiting by your kind invitation when we last parted of spending some weeks with you at Churchhill, and, therefore, if quite convenient to you and Mrs. Vernon to receive me at present, I shall hope within a few days to be introduced to a sister whom I have so long desired to be acquainted with. | Buy | Read |
| Lady Yesterday | Loren D Estleman | It was February by the time I caught up with Clara Rainey, at the end of a trail that wound to Miami and back north to a steakhouse called Astaire's in Quakertown south of Bloomfield. | Buy | |
| Lake Wobegon Days | Garrison Keillor | The town of Lake Wobegon, Minnesota, lies on the shore against Adams Hill, looking east across the blue-green water to the dark woods. From the south, the highway aims for the lake, bends hard left by the magnificent concrete Grecian grain silos, and eases over a leg of the hill past the SLOW CHILDREN sign, bringing the traveler in on Main Street toward the town's one traffic light, which is almost always green. A few surviving elms shade the street. | Buy | |
| Lamb in His Bosom | Caroline Miller | Cean turned and lifted her hand briefly in farewell as she rode away beside Lonzo in the ox-cart. Her mother and father and Jasper and Lias stood in front of the house, watching her go. | Buy | |
| Lanark | Alasdair James Gray | The Elite Cafe was entered by a staircase from the foyer of a cinema. | Buy | |
| Land of Always-Night | Kenneth Robeson | It is somewhat ridiculous to say that a human hand can resemble a butterfly. | Buy | |
| Landslide | Desmond Bagley | I was tired when I got off the bus at Fort Farrell. | Buy | |
| Lasher | Anne Rice | In the beginning was the voice of Father. | Buy | |
| Last of the Breed | Louis L'Amour | Major Joe Makatozi stepped into the sunlight of a late afternoon.
The first thing he must remember was the length of the days at
this latitude. His eyes moved left and right. About three hundred yards long, a hundred yards wide, three guard towers to a side, two men in each. A mounted machine gun in each tower. Each man armed with a submachine gun. | Buy | |
| Late Call | Angus Wilson | Everywhere the clayey soil was baked as hard as rock, even in the farmyard and the pigsties where normally the least shower of rain kept the usual thick seas of mud churning. | Buy | |
| Laughter in the Dark | Vladimir Nabokov | Once upon a time there lived in Berlin, Germany, a man called Albinus. He was rich, respectable, happy; one day he abandoned his wife for the sake of a youthful mistress; he loved; was not loved; and his life ended in disaster. | Buy | |
| Le Morte D'Arthur | Thomas Malory | It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time | Buy | |
| Le Morte d’Arthur | Sir Thomas Malory (used pseudonym Morte d'Arthur) | In May when every lusty heart flourisheth and burgeoneth, for as the season is lusty to behold and comfortable, so man and woman rejoice and gladden of summer coming with his fresh flowers: for winter with his rough winds and blasts causeth a lusty man and woman to cower, and sit fast by the fire. So in this season, as in the month of May, it befell a great anger and unhap that stinted not till the flower of chivalry of all the world was destroyed and slain; and all was long upon two unhappy knights, the which were named Agravaine and Sir Mordred, that were brethren unto Sir Gawiane. | Buy | |
| Le Morte d’Arthur | Sir Thomas Malory (used pseudonym Morte d'Arthur) | It befell in the days of Uther Pendragon, when he was king of all England, and so reigned, that there was a mighty duke in Cornwall that held war against him long time. And the duke was called the duke of Tintagil. | Buy | |
| Leave Her to Heaven | Ben Ames Williams | Leick and the boatman adjusted a bridle on the canoe so that it would tow without yawing, and they loaded the dunnage into the motorboat, and then Leick came to where Harland was waiting. | Buy | |
| Leaving Home: A Collection of Lake Wobegon Stories | Garrison Keillor | It has been a quiet week in Lake Wobegon. It was chilly on Tuesday and Wednesday, as a cold front moved through, and the tomato growers stayed up late debating whether to cover for frost or not. "Naw," they decided about ten o'clock, and hit the hay and lay thinking about it: the humiliation of getting froze out, the shame of eating store-bought tomatoes, or, worse, going on tomato relief. | Buy | |
| Left Behind | Tim LaHaye and Jerry B. Jenkins | Rayford Steele's mind was on a woman he had never touched. With his fully loaded 747 on autopilot above the Atlantic en route to a 6 A.M. landing at Heathrow, Rayford had pushed from his mind thoughts of his family. | Buy | |
| Left Hand of Darkness | Ursula Le Guin | I'll make my report as if I told a story, for I was taught as a child on my homeworld that Truth is a matter of the imagination. | Buy | |
| Lemons Never Lie | Richard Stark | Grofield put a nickel in the slot machine, pulled the lever, and watched a lemon, a lemon, and a lemon come up. | Buy | |
| Les Misérables | Victor Hugo | In 1815, M. Charles-Francois-Bienvenu Myriel was Bishop of D---- | Buy | |
| Lesley Castle | Jane Austen | Letter The first is from Miss Margaret Lesley to Miss Charlotte Lutterell | Buy | |
| Lest Darkness Fall | L Sprague de Camp | Tancredi took his hands off the wheel again and waved them. | Buy | |
| Let the People Sing | J B Priestly | One morning last autumn a little man with a large sad face turned out of Midland Street, Birchester, and climbed the stairs next to the sewing-machine shop. | Buy | |
| Lethal Injection | Jim Nisbet | The priest had a cold in his nose and an uncertainty as to his sexual identity; he'd never performed this service before; and there was an optional line in the prayers he had to get right. | Buy | |
| Letters from a Self-Made Merchant to His Son | George Horace Lorimer | CHICAGO, October 1, 189-- Dear Pierrepont: Your Ma got back safe this morning and she wants me to be sure to tell you not to over-study, and I want to tell you to be sure not to under-study. What we're really sending you to Harvard for is to get a little education that's so good and plenty there. When it's passed around you don't want to be bashful, but reach right out and take a big helping every time, for I want you to get your share. You'll find that education's about the only thing lying around loose in this world, and that it's about the only thing a fellow can have as much of as he's willing to haul away. Everything else is screwed down tight and the screw-driver lost. | Buy | |
| Lewis Rand | Mary Johnston | The tobacco-roller and his son pitched their camp beneath a gum tree upon the edge of the wood. | Buy | |
| Life and Gabriella | Ellen Anderson Gholson Glasgow | After a day of rain the sun came out suddenly at five o'clock and threw a golden bar into the deep Victorian gloom of the front parlour. | Buy | |
| Life in the West | Brian W Aldiss | To stretch his legs between consultations, Maclean escorted his last patient to Baker Street station. | Buy | |
| Life, The Universe And Everything | Douglas Adams | The regular early morning yell of horror was the sound of Arthur Dent waking up and suddenly remembering where he was. | Buy | |
| Light in August | William Faulkner | Sitting beside the road, watching the wagon mount the hill toward her, Lena thinks, "I have come from Alabama a-walking. A fur piece." | Buy | |
| Lightning | Danielle Steel | The voices droned around the conference room as Alexandra Parker stretched long legs beneath the huge mahogany table. She jotted a note on a yellow legal pad, and glanced across the table briefly at one of her partners. | Buy | |
| Like Water for Chocolate | Laura Esquivel | PREPARATION: Take care to chop the onion fine. To keep from crying when you chop it (which is so annoying!), I suggest you place a little bit on your head. The trouble with crying over an onion is that once the chopping gets you started and the tears begin to well up, the next thing you know you just can't stop. I don't know whether that's ever happened to you, but I have to confess it's happened to me, many times. Mama used to say it was because I was especially sensitive to onions, like my great-aunt, Tita. | Buy | |
| Lincoln | Gore Vidal | Elihu B. Washburne opened his gold watch. | Buy | |
| Line of Fire | Donald Hamilton | I had worked out the range from the window to the yellow fire hydrant down at the intersection three blocks away. | Buy | |
| Little Big Man | Thomas Berger | I am a white man and never forgot it, but I was brought up by the Cheyenne Indians from the age of ten. | Buy | |
| Little Dorrit | Charles Dickens | Thirty years ago, Marseilles lay burning in the sun, one day. | Buy | |
| Little Eve Edgarton | Ellen Hallowell Abbott | "But you live like such a fool—of course you're bored!" drawled the Older Man, rummaging listlessly through his pockets for the ever-elusive match. | Buy | Read |
| Little House in the Big Woods | Laura Ingalls Wilder | Once upon a time, sixty years ago, a little girl lived in the Big Woods of Wisconsin, in a little gray house made of logs. | Buy | |
| Little House on the Prairie | Laura Ingalls Wilder | Pet and Patty began to trot briskly, as if they were glad, too. Laura held tight to the wagon bow and stood up in the jolting wagon. Beyond Pa's shoulder and far across the waves of green grass she could see the trees, and they were not like any trees she had seen before. They were no taller than bushes. | Buy | |
| Little Man, What Now? | Hans Fallada | Five minutes past four. A neatly dressed, fair-haired young man stands in front of No. 24 Rothenbaumstrasse. | Buy | |
| Little Men | Louisa May Alcott | "Please, sir, is this Plumfield?" asked a ragged boy of the man who opened the great gate at which the omnibus left him. | Buy | |
| Little Women | Louisa May Alcott | "Christmas won't be Christmas without any presents," grumbled Jo, lying on the rug. | Buy | |
| Lives of a Bengal Lancer | Francis Yeats-Brown | All the long way from Bareilly to Khushalgarh on the Indus (the first stage of my journey to Bannu) I was alone in my railway carriage with two couchant lions. | Buy | |
| Lives of the Hunted | Ernest Thompson Seton | A great broad web of satin, shining white, and, strewn across, long clumps and trailing wreaths of lilac, almost white, wistaria bloom,--pendent, shining and so delicately wrought in palest silk that still the web was white; and in and out and trailed across, now lost, now plain, two slender, twining, intertwining chains of golden thread. | Buy | |
| Living History | Hillary Rodham Clinton | I wasn't born a First Lady or a Senator. I wasn't born a Democrat. I wasn't born a lawyer or an advocate for women's rights and human rights. I wasn't born a wife or mother. I was born an American in the middle of the twentieth century, a fortunate time and place. I was free to make choices unavailable to past generations of women in my own country and inconceivable to many women in the world today. I came of age on the crest of tumultuous social change and took part in the political battles fought over the meaning of America and its role in the world. | Buy | |
| Lolita | Vladimir Nabokov | Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loin. | Buy | |
| Lolita | Vladimir Nabokov | Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta. | Buy | |
| Lonesome Dove | Larry McMurtry | When Augustus came out on the porch the blue pigs were eating a rattlesnake--not a very big one. | Buy | |
| Look Homeward, Angel | Thomas Wolfe | A destiny that leads the English to the Dutch is strange enough; but one that leads from Epsom into Pennsylvannia, and thence into the hills that shut in Altamont over the proud coral cry of the cock, and the soft stone smile of the angel, is touched by that dark miracle of chance which makes new magic in a dusty world. | Buy | |
| Look Homeward, Angel | Thomas Wolfe (Thomas Clayton Wolfe) | A destiny that leads the English to the Dutch is strange enough; but one that leads from Epsom into Pennsylvania, and thence into the hills that shut in Altamont over the proud coral cry of the cock, and the soft stone smile of an angel, is touched by that dark miracle of chance which makes new magic in a dusty world. | Buy | |
| Looking Backward | Edward Bellamy | I first saw the light in the city of Boston in the year 1857. | Buy | |
| Looking for Mr. Goodbar | Judith Rossner | Gary Cooper White was born in Jersey City, New Jersey. | Buy | |
| Lord Jim | Joseph Conrad | He was an inch, perhaps two, under six feet, powerfully built, and he advanced straight at you with a slight stoop of the shoulders, head forward, and a fixed from-under stare which made you think of a charging bull. | Buy | |
| Lord Loveland Discovers America | Charles Norris Williamson and Alice Muriel Williamson | "Even the Last Resort has refused me." Loveland broke the news to his mother when he had kissed her. | Buy | |
| Lord Of Light | Roger Zelazny | His followers called him Mahasamatman and said he was a god. He preferred to drop the Maha- and the -atman, however, and called himself Sam | Buy | |
| Lord of the Flies | William Golding | The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way towards the lagoon. | Buy | |
| Lord Vanity | Samuel Shellabarger | In 1757, the Villa Bagnoli, Count Widiman's mansion on the outskirts of Mira, was not the most and not the least splendid of the hundred and forty country palaces between Padua and Fusina, which formed the core of the Venetian summer colony. | Buy | |
| Lorna Doone | Richard Doddridge Blackmore | If anybody cares to read a simple tale told simply, I, John Ridd, of the parish of Oare, in the county of Somerset, yeoman and churchwarden, have seen and had a share in some doings of this neighborhood, which I will try to set down in order, God sparing my life and memory. | Buy | |
| Lost at the South Pole | Franklin W Dixon | 'So you'd like to go on that expedition to the South Pole, would you, Ted?' asked Walter Hapworth, as he threw down the newspaper he had been reading. | Buy | |
| Lost Ecstasy | Mary Roberts Rinehart | When old Lucius Dowling lay dying he sent for his will and reread it. | Buy | |
| Lost Empires | J B Priestly | I was staying at Askrigg in Wensleydale, where I had gone to ramble and to do some painting. | Buy | |
| Lost Horizon | James Hilton | Cigars had burned low, and we were beginning to sample the disillusionment that usually afflicts old school friends who have met again as men and found themselves with less in common than they believed they had. | Buy | |
| Louise de la Vallière | Alexandre Dumas | Raoul and the Comte de la Fère reached Paris the evening of the same day on which Buckingham had had the conversation with the Queen-Mother. | Buy | |
| Love and Friendship | Jane Austen | Letter the First from Isabel to Laura | Buy | Read |
| Love and War | John Jakes | The house burned an hour before midnight on the last day of April. The wild, distant ringing of the fire bells woke George Hazard. He stumbled through the dark hallway, then upstairs to the mansion tower, and stepped outside into the narrow balcony. | Buy | |
| Love in the Ruins | Walker Percy | Now in these dread latter days of the old violent beloved U.S.A. and of the Christ-forgetting Christ-haunted death-dealing Western world I came to myself in a grove of young pines and the question came to me: has it happened at last? | Buy | |
| Love in the Time of Cholera | Gabriel Garcia Marquez | It was inevitable: the scent of bitter almonds always reminded him of the fate of unrequited love. Dr. Juvenal Urbino noticed it as soon as he entered the still darkened house where he had hurried on an urgent call to attend a case that for him had lost all urgency many years before. The Antillean refugee Jeremiah de Saint-Armour, disabled war veteran, photographer of children, and his most sympathetic opponent in chess, had escaped the torments of memory with the aromatic fumes of gold cyanide. | Buy | |
| Love Is a Bridge | Charles Bracelen Flood | Colonel Pemmerton sat in his favorite armchair, a fairly stiff, dark red armchair. His eyes dutifully ran down the lines of the book in his hand and his strong fingers turned the pages, but today he wasn't seeing the words. | Buy | |
| Love Is Eternal | Irving Stone | She leaned across her dressing table and gazed into the gilt-framed mirror on the wall. | Buy | |
| Love Story | Erich Segal | What can you say about a 25 year old girl who died? | Buy | |
| Love's Labor's Lost | William Shakespeare | Let fame, that all hunt after in their lives, Live regist'red upon our brazen tombs And then grace us in the disgrace of death; When, spite of cormorant devouring Time, Th' endeavor of this present breath may buy That honor which shall bate his scythe's keen edge And make us heirs of all eternity. | Buy | |
| Loves Music, Loves to Dance | Mary Higgins Clark | The room was dark. He sat in the chair, his arms hugging his legs. It was happening again. Charley wouldn't stay locked in the secret place. Charley insisted on thinking about Erin. Only two more, Charley whispered. Then I'll stop. | Buy | |
| Lovey Mary | Alice Caldwell Rice | Everything about Lovey Mary was a contradiction, from her hands and feet, which seemed to have been meant for a big girl, to her high ideals and aspirations, that ought to have belonged to an amiable one. The only ingredient which might have reconciled all the conflicting elements in her chaotic little bosom was one which no one had ever taken the trouble to supply. | Buy | |
| Loving | Henry Green | Once upon a day an old butler called Eldon lay dying in his room attended by the head housemaid, Miss Agatha Burch. | Buy | |
| Lucien Leuwen | de Stendhal | "I don't mean to take advantage of my title of father to interfere with you, my son. You are free." | Buy | |
| Lucien Leuwen | de Stendhal | Lucien Leuwen was expelled from the Ecole Polytechnique for having gone for an untimely walk on a day when he, with his fellow students, had been ordered to keep to their quarters. It was on one of those famous days of June, 1832. | Buy | |
| Lucky | Jackie Collins | Lennie Golden had not set foot in Vegas for thirteen years, even though it was the city of his conception, birth and first seventeen years of life. | Buy | |
| Lucky Jim | Kingsley Amis | "They made a silly mistake, though," the professor of history said, and his smile, as Dixon watched, gradually sank beneath the surface of his features at the memory. | Buy | |
| Lucy Gayheart | Willa Sibert Cather | In Haverford on the Platte the townspeople still talk of Lucy Gayheart. | Buy | |
| Lycidas | John Milton | Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more, /Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere. | Buy | |
| Lydia Bailey | Kenneth Lewis Roberts | I'm not over-enthusiastic about books that teach or preach, but I may as well admit in the beginning that my primary reason for writing this book was to teach as many as possible of those who come after me how much hell and ruin are inevitably brought on innocent people and innocent countries by men who make a virtue of consistency. | Buy |