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| M is for Malice | Sue Grafton | Robert Dietz came back into my life on Wednesday, January 8. I remember the date because it was Elvis Presley's birthday and one of the local radio stations had announced it would spend the next twenty-four hours playing every song he's ever sung. | Buy | |
| Macbeth | William Shakespeare | When shall we three meet again In thunder, lightning, or in rain? | Buy | |
| Madame Bovary | Gustave Flaubert | We were at prep, when the head came in, followed by a new boy not in uniform and a school-servant carrying a big desk. Those who had been asleep woke up, and every boy rose to his feet as though surprised in his labours. | Buy | |
| Made of Money | Peter B Kyne | Mr. Absolom McPeake's secretary came into her employer's office with an unpleasant announcement. | Buy | |
| Madeline | Ludwig Bemelmans | In an old house in Paris that was covered with vines lived twelve little girls in two straight lines. | Buy | |
| Maggie | Stephen Crane | A very little boy stood upon a heap of gravel for the honour of Rum Alley. He was throwing stones at howling urchins from Devil's Row, who were circling madly about the heap and pelting him. His infantile countenance was livid with the fury of battle. His small body was writhing in the delivery of oaths. | Buy | |
| Magnificent Obsession | Lloyd Cassell Douglas | It had lately become common chatter at Brightwood Hospital--better known for three hundred miles around Detroit as Hudson's Clinic--that the chief was all but dead on his feet. | Buy | |
| Magnolia Street | Louis Golding | This is a tale of a small street in the Longton district of Doomington, in the North Country. Its name is Magnolia Street, and the streets that run parallel with it, right and left across the central thoroughfare of Blenheim Road, are called after the mimosa, the acacia, the laburnum, the oleander, and several other blossoming shrubs that never blossomed in this neighbourhood since the Romans were hereabouts. | Buy | |
| Maid in Waiting | John Galsworthy | The Bishop of Portminister was sinking fast; they had sent for his four nephews, his two nieces and their one husband. | Buy | |
| Main Street | Sinclair Lewis | This is America -- a town of a few thousand, in a region of wheat and corn and dairies and little groves. The town is, in our tale, called "Gopher Prairie, Minnesota." But its Main Street is the continuation of Main Streets everywhere. | Buy | |
| Main Street | Sinclair Lewis | On a hill by the Mississippi where Chippewas camped two generations ago, a girl stood in relief against the cornflower blue of Northern sky. She saw no Indians now; she saw flour-mills and the blinking windows of skyscrapers in Minneapolis and St. Paul. | Buy | |
| Maisie Dobbs | Jacqueline Winspear | Even if she hadn't been the last person to walk through the turnstile at Watten Street tube station, Jack Barker would have noticed the tall, slender woman in the navy blue, thigh-length jacket with a matching pleated skirt short enough to reveal a well-turned ankle. | Buy | |
| Make Way for Ducklings | Robert McCloskey | Mr. and Mrs. Mallard were looking for a place to live. | Buy | |
| Making It | Norman Podhoretz | One of the longest journeys in the world is the journey from Brooklyn to Manhattan--or at least from certain neighborhoods in Brooklyn to certain parts of Manhattan. | Buy | |
| Malice | Danielle Steel | The sounds of the organ music drifted up to the Wedgwood blue sky. Birds sang in the trees, and in the distance, a child called out to a friend on a lazy summer morning. | Buy | |
| Malice Aforethought | Frances Iles | It was not until several weeks after he had decided to murder his wife that Dr. Bickleigh took any active steps in the matter. Murder is a serious business. | Buy | |
| Malone Dies | Samuel Beckett | I shall soon be quite dead at last in spite of all. | Buy | |
| Mamba's Daughters | DuBose Heyward | It was no mere chance that, during the first decade of the new century, brought Mamba out of the darkness of the underworld into the light of the Wentworths' kitchen. | Buy | |
| Mansfield Park | Jane Austen | About thirty years ago Miss Maria Ward, of Huntingdon, with only seven thousand pounds, had the good luck to captivate Sir Thomas Bertram, of Mansfield Park, in the county of Northampton, and to be thereby raised to the rank of a baronet's lady, with all the comforts and consequences of an handsome house and large income. | Buy | |
| March Violets | Philip Kerr | his morning, at the corner of Friedrichstrasse and Jägerstrasse, I saw two men. | Buy | |
| Mardi: and a Voyage of Thither | Herman Melville | We are off! The courses and topsails are set: the coral-hung anchor swings from the bow: and together, the three royals are given to the breeze, that follows us out to sea like the baying of a hound. | Buy | |
| Margin For Terror | William P McGivern | He sat at the American bar at the Hotel Excelsior, a tall, solidly built man in his early thirties, toying with a glass of chilled vermouth, and thinking with pleasurable nostalgia that this was almost the end of his long stay in Rome. | Buy | |
| Margot Asquith, an Autobiography | Margot Asquith | I was born in the country of Hogg and Scott between the Yarrow and the Tweed, in the year 1864. | Buy | |
| Maria Chapdelaine | Louis Hemon | The door opened, and the men of the congregation began to come out of the church at Peribonka. | Buy | |
| Mario the Magician | Thomas Mann | The atmosphere of Torre di Venere remains unpleasant in the memory. From the first moment the air of the place made us uneasy, we felt irritable, on edge; then at the end came the shocking business of Cipolla, that dreadful being who seemed to incorporate, in so fateful and so humanly impressive a way, all the peculiar evilness of the situation as a whole. | Buy | |
| Marjorie Morningstar | Herman Wouk | Customs of courtship vary greatly in different times and places, but the way the thing happens to be done here and now always seems the only natural way to do it. | Buy | |
| Marked for Murder | Brett Halliday | Timothy Rourke's tall lean body was bent forward from the waist when he loped into the city room of the Courier. | Buy | |
| Market Harborough | George John Whyte-Melville | Most men have a sunny spot to which they look back in their existence, as most have an impossible future, to attain which all their energies are exerted, and their resources employed. The difference between these visionary scenes is this, that they think a good deal of the latter, but talk a good deal of the former. | Buy | |
| Martin Chuzzlewit | Charles Dickens | As no lady or gentleman, with any claims to polite breading, can possible sympathise with the Chuzzlewit Family without being first assured of the extreme antiquity of the race, it is a great satisfaction to know that it is undoubtedly descended in a direct line from Adam and Eve; and was, in the very earliest times, closely conncted with the agricultural interest. | Buy | |
| Martin Eden | Jack London | The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap | Buy | |
| Martin Eden | Jack London | The one opened the door with a latch-key and went in, followed by a young fellow who awkwardly removed his cap. He wore rough clothes that smacked of the sea, and he was manifestly out of place in the spacious hall in which he found himself. He did not know what to do with his cap, and was stuffing it into his coat pocket when the other took it from him. The act was done quietly and naturally, and the awkward young fellow appreciated it. "He understands," was his thought. "He'll see me through all right." | Buy | |
| Mary | Sholem Asch | Every dawn renews the Beginning, and to behold the earth struggling out of the formless void, out of the night, is to witness the act of creation. | Buy | |
| Mary Anne | Daphne du Maurier | Years later, when she had gone and was no longer part of their lives, the thing they remembered about her was her smile. | Buy | |
| Mary Barton | Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell | There are some fields near Manchester, well known to the inhabitants as "Green Heys Fields," through which runs a public footpath to a little village about two miles distant. | Buy | |
| Mary Marie | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | The sun was slowly setting in the west, casting golden beams of light into the somber old room. | Buy | |
| Mary Marie | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | Father calls me Mary. Mother calls me Marie. Everybody else calls me Mary Marie. The rest of my name is Anderson. I'm thirteen years old, and I'm a cross-current and a contradiction. That is, Sarah says I'm that. | Buy | |
| Mary Peters | Mary Ellen Chase | Mary Peters first saw Cadiz in 1880. | Buy | |
| Mary Poppins | P L Travers | If you want to find Cherry Tree Lane all you have to do is ask a policeman at the crossroads. | Buy | |
| Mary Poppins Comes Back | P L Travers | It was one of those morning when everything looks very neat and bright and shiny, as though the world had been tidied up overnight. | Buy | |
| Mary's Neck | Booth Tarkington (Newton Booth Tarkington) | The middle-aged stranger whom I met by chance upon the lower rocks at Mary's Neck, that salt-washed promontory of the New England coast, was at first taciturn but became voluble when a little conversation developed the fact that we were both from the Midland country. | Buy | |
| Masquerade | Kit Williams | Once upon a perfect night, unclouded and still, there came the face of a pale and beautiful lady. The tresses of her hair reached out to make the constellations, and the dewy vapours of her gown fell soft upon the land. | Buy | |
| Master Humphrey's Clock | Charles Dickens | The reader must not expect to know where I live. | Buy | |
| Master of Life and Death | Robert Silverberg | The offices of the Bureau of Population Equalization, vulgarly known as Popeek, were located on the twentieth through twenty-ninth floors of the Cullen Building, a hundred-story monstrosity typical of twenty-second-century neo-Victorian at its overdecorated worst. | Buy | |
| Master of the Game | Sidney Sheldon | "By God, this is a real donderstorm!" Jamie McGregor said. He had grown up amid the wild storms of the Scottish Highlands, but he had never witnessed anything as violent as this. The afternoon sky had been suddenly obliterated by enormous clouds of sand, instantly turning day into night. The dusty sky was lit by flashes of lightning--weerlig, the Afrikaners called it--that scorched the air, followed by donderslag--thunder. Then the deluge. | Buy | |
| Masterman Ready | Captain Maryatt | It was in the month of October, 18--, that the Pacific, a large ship, was running before a heavy gale of wind in the middle of the vast Atlantic ocean. | Buy | |
| Masterman Ready | Captain Maryatt | It was in the month of October, 18--, that the Pacific, a large ship, was running before a heavy gale of wind in the middle of the vast Atlantic ocean. | Buy | |
| Mating | Norman Rush | In Africa, you want more, I think. | Buy | |
| Max | Katherine Cecil Thurston (nee Madden) | A night journey is essentially a thing of possibilities. | Buy | |
| McAuslan in the Rough | George MacDonald Fraser | Fort Yarhuna lies away to the south, on the edge of the big desert. | Buy | |
| McTeague | Frank Norris | It was Sunday, and, according to his custom on that day, McTeague took his dinner at two in the afternoon at the car conductors' coffee-joint on Polk Street. | Buy | |
| Me and My Little Brain | John D Fitzgerald | On the second Monday of September in 1897 I was sitting on top of the world. | Buy | |
| Me Talk Pretty One Day | David Sedaris | Anyone who watches even the slightest amount of TV is familiar with the scene: An agent knocks on the door of some seemingly ordinary home or office. The door opens, and the person holding the knob is asked to identify himself. The agent then says, "I'm going to ask you to come with me." | Buy | |
| Measure for Measure | William Shakespeare | Escalus. | Buy | |
| Meltdown | Ben Elton | Jimmy Corby graduated from Sussex in 1993. | Buy | |
| Melville Goodwin, USA | John Phillips Marquand | I knew nothing about what General Melville A. Goodwin had done in Berlin until I read of his feat in my own script shortly before going on the air one evening in October 1949. | Buy | |
| Memoirs | Hariette Wilson | I shall not say why and how I became at the age of fifteen, the Mistress of the Earl of Craven | Buy | |
| Memoirs | Harriet Wilson | I shall not say why and how I became, at the age of fifteen, the mistress of the Earl of Craven. | Buy | |
| Memoirs of a Geisha | Arthur S. Golden | Suppose that you and I were sitting in a quiet room overlooking a garden, chatting and sipping at our cups of green tea while we talked about something that had happened a long while ago, and I said to you, "That afternoon when I met so-and-so . . . was the very best afternoon of my life, and also the very worst afternoon." I expect you might put down your teacup and say, "Well, now, which was it? Was it the best or the worst? Because it can't possibly have been both!" | Buy | |
| Memoirs of a Geisha | Arthur S. Golden | One evening in the spring of 1936, when I was a boy of fourteen, my father took me to a dance performance in Kyoto. I remember only two things about it. | Buy | |
| Memoirs of a Nun | Denis Diderot | The Marquis de Croismare's reply, if he does reply, will serve as the opening lines of this tale. Before writing to him I wanted to know what he was like. He is a man of the world, he has had a distinguished military career, is elderly, a widower with a daughter and two sons whom he loves and who return his affection. He is well born, enlightened, intelligent and witty, is fond of the arts and above all has an original mind. | Buy | |
| Memories of Another Day | Harold Robbins (originally Francis Kane) | The last time I saw my father, he was lying quietly on his back in his coffin, his eyes closed, an unaccustomed blandness on his strong features, his thick white hair and heavy eyebrows neatly brushed. | Buy | |
| Memories of Midnight | Sidney Sheldon | She woke up screaming every night and it was always the same dream. She was in the middle of a lake in a fierce storm and a man and a woman were forcing her head under the icy waters, drowning her. She awakened each time panicky, gasping for breath, soaked with perspiration. | Buy | |
| Memory and Dream | Charles de Lint | September 1992 Katharine Mully had been dead for five years and two months, the morning Isabelle received the letter from her. | Buy | |
| Men Against the Sea | Charles Nordhoff and James Hall | This day my good friend William Elphinstone was laid to rest, in the Lutheran churchyard on the east bank of the river, not five cable-lengths from the hospital. Mr. Sparling, Surgeon-General of Batavia, helped me into the boat, and two of his Malay servants were waiting on the bank, with a litter to convey me to the grave. | Buy | |
| Men and Wives | Ivy Compton-Burnett | "Well, Buttermere, this is a day that is good to live and breathe in, that makes a man feel in his prime. Standing here in front of my house, I feel as young as when I moved into it thirty years ago, in the year eighteen hundred and fifty-nine. What aged man would you take me to be, as I step as it were casually into your view?" | Buy | |
| Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus | John Gray | Imagine that men are from Mars and women are from Venus. One day long ago the Martians, looking through their telescopes, discovered the Venusians. Just glimpsing the Venusians awakened feelings they had never known. They fell in love and quickly invented space travel and flew to Venus. | Buy | |
| Men of Iron | Howard Pyle | Myles Falworth was but eight years of age at that time, and it was only afterwards, and when he grew old enough to know more of the ins and outs of the matter, that he could remember by bits and pieces the things that afterwards happened; how one evening a knight came clattering into the court-year upon a horse, red-nostrilled and smeared with the sweat and foam of a desperate ride--Sir John Dale, a dear friend of the blind Lord. | Buy | |
| Message from Malaga | Helen MacInnes | So this, thought Ferrier, was El Fenicio, an open courtyard behind a wineshop, a rectangle of hard-packed earth on which rows of small wooden tables and chairs had been set out to face a bare platform of a stage. | Buy | |
| Message from Nam | Danielle Steel | It was a chill gray day in Savannah, and there was a brisk breeze blowing in from the ocean. There were leaves on the ground in Forsyth Park and a few couples were wandering hand in hand, some women were chatting and smoking a last cigarette before they went back to work. And in Savannah High School, the hallways were deserted. The bell had rung at one o'clock, and the students were all in their classrooms. There was laughter coming from one room, and silence from several others. | Buy | |
| Message in a Bottle | Nicholas Sparks | A cold December wind was blowing, and Theresa Osborne crossed her arms as she stared out over the water. Earlier, when she'd arrived, there had been a few people walking along the shore, but they'd taken note of the clouds and were long since gone. Now she found herself alone on the beach, and she took in her surroundings. | Buy | |
| Messer Marco Polo | Donn Byrne | The message came to me, at the second check of the hunt, that a countryman and a clansman needed me. The ground was heavy, the day raw, and it was a drag, too fast for fun and too tame for sport. So I blessed the countryman and the clansman, and turned my back on the field. | Buy | |
| Metamorphosis | Franz Kafka | As Gregor Samsa awoke one morning from uneasy dreams, he found himself transformed into a giant insect. | Buy | |
| Mexico | James A. Michener | I had been sent to Mexico to cover a murder, one of a remarkable kind. | Buy | |
| Michael | E F Benson | Though there was nothing visibly graceful about Michael Comber, he apparently had the art of giving gracefully. | Buy | Read |
| Michael O'Halloran | Gene Stratton-Porter | "Aw kid, come on! Be square!" | Buy | |
| Michael Strogoff | Jules Verne | "Sire, a fresh dispatch." "Whence?" "From Tomsk?" "Is the wire cut beyond that city?" "Yes, sire, since yesterday." "Telegraph hourly to Tomsk, General, and keep me informed of all that occurs." | Buy | |
| Michael, Brother of Jerry | Jack London | But Michael never sailed out of Tulagi, nigger-chaser on the Eugenie. | Buy | |
| Middle Age | Joyce Carol Oates | Is this fair? You leave your home in Salthill-on-Hudson on the
muggy afternoon of July Fourth for a cookout (an invitation you
didn't really want to accept, but somehow accepted) and return
days later as ashes in a cheesy-looking funeral urn: bone chunks
and chips and coarse gritty powder to be dumped out, scattered,
and raked in the crumbly soil of your own garden. Fertilizer for weeds. | Buy | |
| Middle Age | Joyce Carol Oates | How death enters your life. A telephone ringing. | Buy | |
| Middle Passage | Charles Richard Johnson | Of all the things that drive men to sea, the most common disaster, I've come to learn, is women. | Buy | |
| Middlemarch | George Eliot | Miss Brooke had that kind of beauty which seems to be thrown into relief by poor dress. | Buy | |
| Middlesex | Jeffrey Eugenides | I was born twice: first, as a baby girl, on a remarkably smogless Detroit day in January of 1960; and then again, as a teenage boy, in an emergency room near Petoskey, Michigan, in August of 1974. | Buy | |
| Midnight Cowboy | James Leo Herlihy | In his new boots, Joe Buck was six-foot-one and life was different. As he walked out of that store in Houston something snapped in the whole bottom half of him: A kind of power he never even knew was there had been released in his pelvis and he was able to feel the world through it. | Buy | |
| Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil | John Berendt | He was tall, about fifty, with darkly handsome, almost sinister features: a neatly trimmed mustache, hair turning silver at the temples, and eyes so black they were like tinted windows of a sleek limousine--he could see out, but you couldn't see in. | Buy | |
| Midnight Plus One | Gavin Lyall | It was April in Paris, so the rain wasn't as cold as it had been a month before. | Buy | |
| Midnight's Children | Salman Rushdie | I was born in the city of Bombay . . . once upon a time. No, that won't do, there's no getting away from the date: I was born in Doctor Narlikar's Nursing Home on August 15th, 1947. | Buy | |
| Midshipman's Hope | David Feintuch | 'Stand to!' I roared, but I was too late; even as Alexi and Sandy snapped to attention, Hibernia's two senior lieutenants strolled around the corridor bend. | Buy | |
| Mila 18 | Leon Uris | Journal Entry--August 1939 This is the first entry in my journal. I cannot help but feel that the war will begin in a few weeks. If the lessons of the past three years are any barometer, something awesome is apt to happen if Germany makes a successful invasion. what with three and a half million Jews in Poland. Perhaps the tensions of the moment are making me overdramatic. My journal may prove completely worthless and a waste of time. Yet, as a historian, I must satisfy the impulse to record what is happening around me. ALEXANDER BRANDEL | Buy | |
| Mildred Pierce | James M. Cain | In the spring of 1931, on a lawn in Glendale, California, a man was bracing trees. | Buy | |
| Mile High | Richard Condon | On December 22, 1958, only two days before, they had been safe in London. | Buy | |
| Milly-Molly-Mandy Storybook | Joyce Lanke Brisley | Once upon a time there was a little girl. She had a Father, a Mother, and a Grandpa, and a Grandma, and an Uncle, and an Aunty, and they all lived together in a nice white cottage with a thatched roof. | Buy | |
| Mirror Image | Danielle Steel | The sound of the birds outside was muffled by the heavy brocade curtains of Henderson Manor, as Olivia Henderson pushed aside a lock of long dark hair, and continued her careful inventory of her father's china. It was a warm summer day and, as usual, her sister had gone off somewhere. | Buy | |
| Misery | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | umber whunnnn yerrrnnn umber whunnnn fayunnnn These sounds: even in the haze. | Buy | |
| Miss Bishop | Bess Streeter Aldrich | In 1846 the prairie town of Oak River existed only in a settler's dream. | Buy | |
| Miss Lonelyhearts | Nathanael West | The Miss Lonelyhearts of the New York Post-Dispatch (Are you in trouble? Do-you-need-advice? Write-to-Miss-Lonelyhearts-and-she-will-help-you) sat at his desk and stared at a piece of white cardboard. | Buy | |
| Mission Earth | L. Ron Hubbard | In these days of bad and alarming literature that teaches violence and fantasy to our young, it is with pleasure that I accept the invitation to write a forward to this extravagant and overly imaginative work. | Buy | |
| Mission Earth | L. Ron Hubbard | Hi there! I am 54 Charlee Nine, the Robotbrain in the Translatophone, and in accordance with the Royal Publishing Code (Section 8) which states that "Any work published in a language other than the original shall be so identified in an introduction by the licensed translatophone," I am delighted to take this opportunity to give this account of how I translated Mission Earth into your language--and, quite frankly, it wasn't easy. | Buy | |
| Mission of Gravity | Hal Clement | The wind came across the bay like something living. It tore the surface so thoroughly to shreds that it was hard to tell where the liquid ended and atmosphere began; it tried to raise waves that would have swamped the Bree like a chip, and blew them into impalpable spray before they had risen a foot. | Buy | |
| Mistral's Daughter | Judith Krantz | Fauve dashed through the lobby, her Stop-sign red slicker flapping around her, and managed to squeeze her way through the elevator doors a split second before they closed. Panting, she tried to furl her big striped umbrella so that it wouldn't drip on the other people who were jammed in with her, but, in the crowd, her arms were pinned to her sides. | Buy | |
| Mistress Wilding | Rafael Sabatini | Then drink it thus, cried the rash young fool, and splashed the contents of his cup full into the face of Mr. Wilding even as that gentleman, on his feet, was proposing to drink to the eyes of the young fool's sister. | Buy | |
| Mists of Avalon | Marion Zimmer Bradley | Even in high summer, Tintagel was a haunted place; Igraine, Lady of Duke Gorlois, looked out over the sea from the headland. | Buy | |
| Mitla Pass | Leon Uris | The Prime Minister's cottage, a remnant of the former German colony, sat unobtrusively in the midst of the outsized defense complex on the northern end of Tel Aviv. Midnight had come and gone. The stream of callers faded to a trickle, then halted. | Buy | |
| Mixed Blessings | Danielle Steel | The sky was a brilliant blue, and the day was hot and still as Diana Goode stepped out of the limousine with her father. The angles of her face were softer than usual beneath a haze of creamy ivory veil, and the heavy satin dress whooshed softly as the driver helper her out and settled it around her. She beamed at her father, standing outside the church, and then she closed her eyes, trying to remember absolutely every detail of the moment. She had never been this happy in her life. Everything was perfect. | Buy | |
| Moby Dick | Herman Melville | Call me Ishmael | Buy | |
| Moll Flanders | Daniel Defoe | My true name is so well-known in the Records, or Registers at Newgate... | Buy | |
| Molloy | Samuel Beckett | I am in my mother's room. It's I who live there now. I don't know how I got there. Perhaps in an ambulance, certainly a vehicle of some kind. I was helped. I'd never have got there alone. There's this man who comes every week. Perhaps I got here thanks to him. He says not. He gives me money and takes away the pages. So many pages, so much money. | Buy | |
| Molly Make-Believe | Ellen Hallowell Abbott | The morning was as dark and cold as city snow could make it--a dingy whirl at the window; a smoky gust through the fire-place; a shadow black as a bear's cave under the table. Nothing in all the cavernous room, loomed really warm or familiar except a glass of stale water, and a vapid, half-eaten grape-fruit. | Buy | Read |
| Montezuma's Daughter | H Rider Haggard | Now glory be to God who has given us the victory! | Buy | |
| Moonheart | Charles de Lint | Sara Kendell once read somewhere that the tale of the world is like a tree. The tale, she understood, did not so much mean the niggling occurrences of daily life. Rather it encompassed the grand stories that caused some change in the world and were remembered in ensuing years as, if not histories, at least folktales and myths. | Buy | |
| Moonlight Become You | Mary Higgins Clark | Maggie tried to open her eyes, but the effort was too great. Her head hurt so much. Where was she? What had happened? She raised her hand, but it was stopped inches above her body, unable to move any farther. | Buy | |
| Moonlight Becomes You | Mary Higgins Clark | I hate cocktail parties, Maggie thought wryly, wondering why she always felt like an alien when she attended one. Actually, I'm being too harsh, she thought. The truth is I hate cocktail parties when the only person I know is my supposed date, and he abandons me the minute we come in the door. | Buy | |
| More Adventures of the Great Brain | John D Fitzgerald | There were two good reasons for the people in Adenville to celebrate Christmas in 1896 besides the birth of Jesus Christ. | Buy | |
| More Than Human | Theodore Sturgeon | The idiot lived in a black and gray world, punctuated by the white lightning of hunger and the flickering of fear. | Buy | |
| More Than Human | Theodore Hamilton Sturgeon | The idiot lived in a black and gray world, punctuated by the white lightning of hunger and the flickering of fear. His clothes were old and many-windowed. Here peeped a shinbone, sharp as a cold chisel, and there in the torn coat were ribs like the fingers of a fist. He was tall and flat. His eyes were calm and his face was dead. | Buy | |
| Morte D'Urban | James Farl Powers | It had been a lucky day for the Order of St. Clement the day Mr. Billy Cosgrove entered the sacristy of a suburban church after Mass and shook the hand of Father Urban. | Buy | |
| Moses | Sholem Asch | Many and diverse were the reasons which impelled Rameses the Second to abandon the ancient royal capital, sanctified by many dynasties, namely the city of Thebes on the banks of the Nile, and to settle in Rameses, on the frontier road which led to the lands of the Asiatics. | Buy | |
| Mosquitoes | William Faulkner | "The sex instinct," repeated Mr. Talliaferro in his careful cockney, with that smug complacence with which you plead guilty to a characteristic which you privately consider a virtue, "is quite strong in me. Frankness, without which there can be no friendship, without which two people cannot really ever 'get' each other, as you artists say; frankness, as I was saying, I believe." | Buy | |
| Mostly Harmless | Douglas Adams | Anything that happens, happens. Anything that, in happening, causes something else to happen, causes something else to happen. Anything that, in happening, cuases itself to happen again, happens again. It doesn't necessarily do it in chronological order though. | Buy | |
| Motherless Brooklyn | Jonathan Allen Lethem | Context is everything. Dress me up and see. I'm a carnival barker, an auctioneer, a downtown performance artist, a speaker in tongues, a senator drunk on filibuster. | Buy | |
| Motor City Blue | Loren D Estleman | Facts from the past are best left there. | Buy | |
| Mr Love and Justice | Colin MacInnes | Frankie Love came from the sea, and was greatly ill at ease elsewhere. When on land he was harassed and didn't fit in at all. | Buy | |
| Mr Midshipman Easy | Captain Maryatt | Mr Nicodemus Easy was a gentleman who lived down in Hampshire; he was a married man, and in very easy circumstances. | Buy | |
| Mr. and Mrs. Cugat | Isabel Scott Rorick | Mr. Cugat was a little older than Mrs. Cugat, so that there had been a period of several years during which he, full-fledged and out in the world, sportively tried his wings while she still pounded the playing fields of Westover. These years were looked back on by Mr. Cugat, when he looked back, with nostalgic pleasure and some pride; they were recalled by Mrs. Cugat in glum conjecture. | Buy | |
| Mr. Britling Sees It Through | H G Wells | It was the sixth day of Mr. Direck's first visit to England, and he was at his acutest perception of differences. | Buy | |
| Mr. Britling Sees It Through | H.G. Wells (Herbert George Wells) | It was the sixth day of Mr. Direck's first visit to England, and he was at his acutest perception of differences. He found England in every way gratifying and satisfactory, and more of a contrast with things American than he had ever dared to hope. | Buy | |
| Mr. Crewe | Winston Churchill | I may as well begin this story with Mr. Hilary Vane, more frequently addressed as the Honourable Hilary Vane, although it was the gentleman's proud boast that he had never held an office in his life. | Buy | |
| Mr. Isaacs | Francis Marion Crawford | In spite of Jean-Jacques and his school, men are not everywhere born free, any more than they are everywhere in chains, unless these be of their own individual making. | Buy | |
| Mr. Midshipman Easy | Captain Frederick Marryat | Mr Nicodemus Easy was a gentleman who lived down in Hampshire; he was a married man, and in very easy circumstances. Most couples find it very easy to have a family, but not always quite so easy to maintain them. Mr Easy was not at all uneasy on the latter score, as he had no children; but he was anxious to have them, as most people covet what they cannot obtain. | Buy | |
| Mr. Popper's Penguins | Richard and Florence Atwater | It was an afternoon in late September. In the pleasant city of Stillwater, Mr. Popper, the house painter, was going home from work. | Buy | |
| Mr. Sammler's Planet | Saul Bellow | Shortly after dawn, or what would have been dawn in a normal sky, Mr. Artur Sammler with his bushy eye took in the books and papers of his West Side bedroom and suspected strongly that they were the wrong books, the wrong papers. | Buy | |
| Mr. Sponge's Sporting Tour | Robert Smith Surtees | It was a murky October day that the hero of our tale, Mr Sponge, or Soapey Sponge, as his good-natured friends call him, was seen mizzling along Oxford Street, wending his way to the west. | Buy | |
| Mrs Piggy Wiggle | Betty MacDonald | I expect I might as well begin by telling you about Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle so that whenever I mention her name, which I do very often in this book, you will not interrupt and ask, "Who is Mrs. Piggle-Wiggle?" | Buy | |
| Mrs. | Paul Gallico | The small, slender woman with apple-red cheeks, graying hair, and shrewd, almost naughty eyes sat with her face pressed against the cabin window of the BEA Viscount morning flight from London to Paris. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Dalloway | Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf) | Mrs. Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Lirriper's Legacy | Charles Dickens | Ah! It's pleasant to drop into my own easy-chair my dear though a little palpitating what with trotting upstairs and what with trotting down, and why kitchen stairs should all be corner stairs is for the builder to justify though I do not think they fully understand their trade and never did, else why the sameness and why not more conveniences and fewer druaghts and likewise making a practice of laying the plaster on too thick I am well convinced which holds the damp, and as to chimney-pots putting them on by guesswork like hats at a party and no more knowing what their effect will be uponthe smoke bless you than I do if so much, except that it will mostly be either to send it down your throat in a straight form or to give it a twist before it goes there. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Lirriper's Lodgings | Charles Dickens | Whoever would begin to be worried with letting Lodgings that wasn't a lone woman with a living to get is a thing inconceivable to me my dear; excuse the familiarity, but it comes natural to me in my own little room, when wishing to open my mind to those that I can trust, and I should be truly thankful if they were all mankind, but such is not so, for have but a Furnished bill in the window and your watch on the mantelpiece, and farewell to it if you turn your back for a second, however gentlemanly the manners; nor is being of your own sex any safeguard, as I have reason, in the form of sugar-tongs to know, for that lady (and a fine woman she was) got me to run for a glass of water, on the plea of going to be confined, which certainly turned out to be true, but it was in the Station-house. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Miniver | Jan Struther | It was lovely, thought Mrs. Miniver, nodding goodbye to the flower-woman and carrying her big sheaf of chrysanthemums down the street with a kind of ceremonious joy, as though it were a cornucopia; it was lovely, this settling down again, this tidying away of the summer into its box, this taking up of the thread of one's life where the holidays (irrelevant interlude) had made one drop it. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Parkington | Louis Bromfield | Outside the snow was falling, thickly in great wet flakes, so that the sound of the traffic on Park Avenue coming through the drawn curtains was muted and distant. | Buy | |
| Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch | Alice Caldwell Hegan | My, but it 's nice an' cold this mornin'! The thermometer 's done fell up to zero!" | Buy | |
| Much Ado About Nothing | William Shakespeare | I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Arragon comes this night to Messina. | Buy | |
| Much Bigger Than Martin | Steven Kellog | Sometimes it's fun being Martin's little brother. But I hate it when he says, "Let's form a line. The biggest is first. The smallest is last." | Buy | |
| Mugby Junction | Charles Dickens | "Guard! What place is this?" | Buy | |
| Mulengro | Charles de Lint | Janfri Yayal watched his house burn down without expression. | Buy | |
| Murder Among Children | Tucker Coe | Three happy children came walking down the street from my right. | Buy | |
| Murder Has Your Number | Hugh Garner | Lee Wing cruised his owner-driven taxicab down Toronto's Yonge Street, under the concrete bridges of the freeway and down the hill towards the stoplights where York Mills Road became Wilson Avenue on its quadruple-named crossing of the city and its boroughs. | Buy | |
| Murder In a Cold Climate | Scott Young | The air terminal at Inuvik has comfortable chairs and some nice Arctic art on the walls and usually a lot more space than passengers, so it is not exactly O'Hare, but it's not Tuktoyaktuk either. | Buy | |
| Murder in the Evening | Jonathan Latimer | It was nearly evening. | Buy | |
| Murder in the Raw | Bruno Fischer | The first time I saw her she was in trouble. | Buy | |
| Murder Melody | Kenneth Robeson | The earth shook. | Buy | |
| Murder on the Run | Medora Sale | The girl walked slowly down the street, her feet in heavy hiking boots dragging slightly with every step or two. | Buy | |
| Murderer's Row | Donald Hamilton | The motel was on the left side of the highway leading from Washington, D.C., to the eastern shore of Maryland by way of the Chesapeake Bay Bridge. | Buy | |
| Murther and Walking Spirits | Robertson Davies | I was never so amazed in my life as when the Sniffer drew his concealed weapon from its case and struck me to the ground, stone dead. | Buy | |
| Mutiny on the Bounty | Charles Nordhoff and James Hall | The British are frequently criticized by other nations for their dislike of change, and indeed we love England for those aspects of nature and life which change the least. Here in the West Country, where I was born, men are slow of speech, tenacious of opinion, and averse--beyond their countrymen elsewhere--to innovation of any sort. | Buy | |
| My Ántonia | Willa Sibert Cather | I first heard of Ántonia on what seemed to me an interminable journey across the great midland plains of North America. | Buy | |
| My Cousin Rachel | Daphne du Maurier | They used to hang men at Four Turnings in the old days. | Buy | |
| My Friend Prospero | Henry Harland | The coachman drew up his horses before the castle gateway, where their hoofs beat a sort of fanfare on the stone pavement; and the footman, letting himself smartly down, pulled, with a peremptory gesture that was just not quite a swagger, the bronze hand at the end of the dangling bell-cord. | Buy | |
| My Mortal Enemy | Willa Sibert Cather | I first met Myra Henshawe when I was fifteen, but I had known her about ever since I could remember anything at all. | Buy | |
| My Name Is Asher Lev | Chaim Potok | My name is Asher Lev, the Asher Lev, about whom you have read in newspapers and magazines, about whom you talk so much at your dinner affairs and cocktail parties, the notorious and legendary Lev of the Brooklyn Crucifixion. | Buy | |
| My Son, My Son! | Howard Spring (Robert Howard Spring) | I liked fetching the washing from the Moscrops', and my mother liked washing for Mrs. Moscrop better than for anyone else. That was because Mrs. Moscrop wrapped a bar of yellow soap in with the washing. There wasn't anyone else who thought of a thing like that. | Buy | |
| My Spy | Christina Skye | "There's a naked man in the swimming pool." | Buy | |
| Myra Breckinridge | Gore Vidal | I am Myra Breckinridge whom no man will ever possess. | Buy | |
| Myra Breckinridge | Gore Vidal | I am Myra Breckinridge whom no man will ever possess. | Buy | |
| Mysteries of Paris | Eugene Sue (Marie Joseph Eugene Sue) | One cold, rainy evening, toward the end of October, 1838, a man of athletic build, wearing an old broad-brimmed straw hat and a ragged slop, serge shirt, which came down over the hem of trousers of the same stuff, crossed the Pont-au-Change, and dived into the City ward of Paris, a maze of dark, narrow, and crooked streets, which spreads from the Palace of Justice to Notre Dame Cathedral. | Buy | |
| Mythago Wood | Robert P. Holdstock | In May 1944 I received my call-up papers and went reluctantly away to war, training at first in the Lake District, then shipping over to France with the 7th Infantry. | Buy |