| Naked Came The Stranger | Penelope Ashe | Screwed. It was, Gilian realized, an obscene word. But it was the word that came to mind. Screwed. It had been, after all, an obscene act. She tried not to think about it. | Buy | |
| Naked Lunch | William S Burroughs | I can feel the heat closing in, feel them out there making their
moves, setting up their devil doll stool pigeons, crooning over
my spoon and dropper I throw away at Washington Square Station,
vault a turnstile and two flights down the iron stairs, catch an
uptown A train . . . Young, good looking, crew cut, Ivy League,
advertising exec type fruit holds the door back for me. I am
evidently his idea of a character. | Buy | |
| Nan of Music Mountain | Frank Hamilton Spearman | Lefever, if there was a table in the room, could never be got to
sit on a chair; and being rotund he sat preferably sidewise on
the edge of the table. | Buy | |
| Native Son | Richard Wright | Brrrrrrriiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinng! An alarm clock clanged in the dark and silent room. A bed spring creaked. A womans' voice sang out impatiently: "Bigger, shut that thing off!" | Buy | |
| Nausea | Jean-Paul Sartre | The best thing would be to write down events from day to day.
Keep a diary to see clearly--let none of the nuances or small
happenings escape even though they might seem to mean nothing.
And above all, classify them. I must tell how I see this table,
this street, the people, my packet of tobacco, since those
are the things which have changed. I must determine the exact
extent and nature of this change. | Buy | |
| Nautilus 90 North | Commander William R Anderson | It was Sunday, June 8, 1958. Our ship, the nuclear-powered submarine Nautilus, lay quietly moored at Pier 91 in Seattle, Washington. | Buy | |
| Nectar in a Sieve | Kamala Markandaya (pseudonym of Kamala Taylor) | Sometimes at night I think that my husband is with me again,
coming gently through the mists, and we are tranquil together. | Buy | |
| Nedra | George Barr McCutcheon | A tall young man sped swiftly up the wide stone steps leading to
the doorway of a mansion in one of Chicago's most fashionable
avenues. | Buy | |
| Needful Things | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | In a small town, the opening of a new store is big news. | Buy | |
| Nemesis | Agatha Christie | In the afternoon it was the custom of Miss Jane Marple to unfold her second newspaper | Buy | |
| Neuromancer | William Gibson | The sky above the port was the color of television, tuned to a dead channel. | Buy | |
| Never Change | Elizabeth Berg | You know people like me. I'm the one who sat on a folding chair out in the hall with a cigar box on my lap, selling tickets to the prom, but never going--even though in the late sixties, only nerds went to proms. But I would have gone. I would have happily gone; I would have been so happy. I wanted the phone call with the rough voice asking "Would you. . .?" | Buy | |
| Never Street | Loren D Estleman | It was the summer of darkness. | Buy | |
| Never Victorious, Never Defeated | Taylor Caldwell | It was generally agreed, and with indignation by a few, that it
had been a great scandal. | Buy | |
| Niccolò Rising | Dorothy Dunnett | From Venice to Cathay, from Seville to the Gold Coast of Africa, men anchored their ships and opened their ledgers and weighed one thing against another as if nothing would change. | Buy | |
| Nicholas Nickleby | Charles Dickens | There once lived, in a sequestered part of the county of Devonshire, one Mr. Godfrey Nickleby: a worthy gentleman, who, taking it into his head rather late in life that he must get married, and not being young enough or rich enough to aspire to the hand of a lady of fortune, had wedded an old flame out of mere attachment, who in her turn had taken him for the same reason. | Buy | |
| Nick's Trip | George Pelecanos | The night Billy Goodrich walked in I was tending bar at a place called the Spot, a bunker of painted cinder block and forty-watt bulbs at the northwest corner of Eighth and G in Southeast. | Buy | |
| Night and Morning | Edward George Bulwer-Lytton | In one of the Welsh counties is a small village called A-----.
It is somewhat removed from the high road, and is, therefore, but
little known to those luxurious amateurs of the picturesque, who
view nature through the windows of a carriage and four. | Buy | |
| Night Extra | William P McGivern | The Call-Bulletin's first deadline was at nine o'clock in the morning and by eight fifty-five everyone in the long brightly lighted city room was working under the insistent pressure of time. | Buy | |
| Night in Bombay | Louis Bromfield | His luggage was all ready to be taken ashore, his cabin in order
and now he stood on the upper deck just beneath the bridge
watching the flying fish scud out of each jade green land swell
of the Arabian Gulf like swift pencils of silver and disappear
again in glittering jets of spray. | Buy | |
| Night of Error | Desmond Bagley | I heard of the way my brother died on a wet and gloomy afternoon in London. | Buy | |
| Night of the Toads | Michael Collins | I'd never remembered the girl if Ricardo Vega had been another man. | Buy | |
| Night Over Water | Ken Follett | It was the most romantic plane ever made. | Buy | |
| Nightmares and Dreamscapes | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | I waited and watched for seven years. I saw him come and
go--Dolan. I watched him stroll into fancy restaurants dressed
in a tuxedo, always with a different woman on his arm, always
with his pair of bodyguards bookending him. I watched his hair
go from iron-gray to a fashionable silver while my own simply
receded until I was bald. | Buy | |
| Nights in Rodanthe | Nicholas Sparks | Three years earlier, on a warm November morning in 1999, Adrienne
Willis had returned to the Inn and at first glance had thought it
unchanged, as if the small inn were impervious to sun and sand
and salted mist. | Buy | |
| Nightwork | Joseph Hansen | The creekbed was paved with sloping slabs of concrete and walled by standing slabs of concrete to a height of ten feet. | Buy | |
| No Greater Love | Danielle Steel | The only sound in the dining room was the ticking of the large,
ornate clock on the mantelpiece, and the occasional muffled
rustling of a heavy linen napkin. There were eleven people in
the enormous dining room, and it was so cold that Edwina could
barely move her fingers. | Buy | |
| No Highway | Nevil Shute (Nevil Shute Norway) | When I was put in charge of the Structural Department of the
Royal Aircraft Establishment at Farnborough, I was thirty-four
years old. That made a few small difficulties at first, because
most of my research staff were a good deal older than I was, and
most of them considered it a very odd appointment. | Buy | |
| No Ordinary Time | Doris Kearns Goodwin | On nights filled with tension and concern, Franklin Roosevelt
performed a ritual that helped him to fall asleep. He would
close his eyes and imagine himself at Hyde Park as a boy,
standing with his sled in the snow atop the steep hill that
stretched from the south porch of his home to the wooded bluffs
of the Hudson River far below. As he accelerated down the hill,
he maneuvered each familiar curve with perfect skill until he
reached the bottom, whereupon, pulling his sled behind him, he
started slowly back up until he reached the top, where he would
once more begin his descent. Again and again he replayed this
remembered scene in his mind, obliterating his awareness of the
shrunken legs inert beneath the sheets, undoing the knowledge
that he would never climb a hill or even walk on his own power
again. Thus liberating himself from his paralysis through an act
of imaginative will, the president of the United States would
fall asleep. | Buy | |
| No Questions Asked | Oliver Bleeck | The only thing in the mail that day of any interest was the eviction notice. | Buy | |
| No Thoroughfare | Charles Dickens | Day of the month and year, November the thirtieth, one thousand eight hundred and thirty-five. | Buy | |
| No Time for Sergeants | Mac Hyman | The thing was, we had gone fishing that day and Pa had wore
himself out with it the way he usually did when he went fishing. | Buy | |
| No Time for Tears | Cynthia Freeman | Winter was a time to be feared. It meant hunger and idleness.
It came upon them like a plague, a punishment meted out for all
their sins of five thousand years. Would God ever forgive them?
In time--in time, even if man never would. | Buy | |
| Noble House | James Clavell | The police officer was leaning against one corner of the
information counter watching the tall Eurasian without watching
him. | Buy | |
| Nobody Runs Forever | Richard Stark | When he saw that the one called Harbin was wearing a wire, Parker said, 'Deal me out a hand,' and got to his feet. | Buy | |
| Nobody's Story | Charles Dickens | He lived on the bank of a mighty river, broad and deep, which was always silently rolling on to a vast undiscovered ocean. | Buy | |
| North and South | John Jakes | "Like some help loading that aboard, young sir?"
The stevedore smiled but there was no friendliness in his eyes,
only avarice inspired by the sight of an obvious stranger. | Buy | |
| Northanger Abbey | Jane Austen | No one who had ever seen Catherine Morland in her infancy would have supposed her born to be an heroine. | Buy | |
| Northwest Passage | Kenneth Lewis Roberts | This book has not been written to prove a case. | Buy | |
| Nostromo | Joseph Conrad | In the time of Spanish rule, and for many years afterwards, the
town of Sulaco--the luxuriant beauty of the orange gardens bears
witness to its antiquity--had never been commercially anything
more important than a coasting port with a fairly large local
trade in ox-hides and indigo. | Buy | |
| Not as a Stranger | Morton Thompson | The doctor came out of the house and he closed the door gently
behind him. He looked up and there was a little boy. | Buy | |
| Notes From a Small Island | Bill Bryson | There are certain idiosyncratic notions that you quitely come to accept when you live for a long time in Britain. | Buy | |
| Notes from the Underground | Fyodor Dostoyevsky | I am a sick man. . . . I am a spiteful man. I'm an unattractive
man. I think there is something wrong with my liver. | Buy | |
| Novel With Cocaine | M Ageyev | Early one morning I, Vadim Maslennikov, set off for school (I was going on seventeen at the time) having forgotten the envelope with the first-semester fees Mother had left me in the dining room the day before. | Buy | |
| Now It's Time to Say Goodbye | Dale Peck | If it's after midnight it's my birthday. | Buy | |
