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| O Pioneers! | Willa Sibert Cather | One January day, thirty years ago, the little town of Hanover, anchored on a windy Nebraska tableland, was trying not to be blown away. | Buy | |
| Oblomov | Ivan Goncharov | Ilya Ilyich Oblomov was lying in bed one morning in his flat in Gorokhovaya Street in one of those large houses which have as many inhabitants as a country town. | Buy | |
| October Suite | Maxine Clair | In the Midwest, October comes in when the pale coverlet of sky lifts away, exposing an eternity of deep and certain blue. | Buy | |
| Ode on a Grecian Urn | John Keats | Thou still unravished bride of quietness, Thou foster-child of silence and slow time. | Buy | |
| Ode to a Nightingale | John Keats | My heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense. | Buy | |
| Of All the Bloody Cheek | Frank McAuliffe | I suppose it is only natural that invariably one of the first questions is: "What was the most interesting Commission ever accepted by the firm of Mandrell, Limited?" | Buy | |
| Of Human Bondage | William Somerset Maugham | The day broke gray and dull | Buy | |
| Of Human Bondage | W Somerset Maugham | The day broke gray and dull. | Buy | |
| Of Human Bondage | William Somerset Maugham | The day broke gray and dull. The clouds hung heavily, and there was a rawness in the air that suggested snow. A woman servant came into a room in which a child was sleeping and drew the curtains. She glanced mechanically at the house opposite, a stucco house with a portico, and went to the child's bed. | Buy | |
| Of Mice and Men | John Steinbeck | A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hill-side bank and runs deep and green. | Buy | |
| Of Mice and Men | John Ernst Steinbeck | A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green. The water is warm too, for it has slipped twinkling over the yellow sands in the sunlight before reaching the narrow pool. | Buy | |
| Of Time and the River | Thomas Wolfe (Thomas Clayton Wolfe) | About fifteen years ago, at the end of the second decade of this century, four people were standing together on the platform of the railway station of a town in the hills of western Catawba. | Buy | |
| Off Keck Road | Mona Elizabeth Simpson | Bea Maxwell remembered the first time she'd driven out to see the new part of town. It was 1956 and she was home from college for the winter break. After Christmas, though she had to get away from the house. Her sister and her sister's entourage had taken over the place. Her sister always traveled with an entourage. And it was still nine days before Bea could return to the sorority if Madison. | Buy | |
| Off on a Comet! | Jules Verne | "Nothing, sir, can induce me to surrender my claim." "I am sorry, count, but in such a matter your views cannot modify mine." "But allow me to point out that my seniority unquestionably gives me a prior right." "Mere seniority, I assert, in an affair of this kind, cannot possibly entitle you to any prior claim whatever." | Buy | |
| Oh, Money! Money! | Eleanor Hodgman Porter | There was a thoughtful frown on the face of the man who was the possessor of twenty million dollars. | Buy | |
| Oil for the Lamps of China | Alice Tisdale Hobart | To the north where the red plains of Manchuria draw near to Siberia the light of the September dawn lay along the horizon. | Buy | |
| Old Mortality | Walter Dill Scott | Under the reign of the last Stuarts, there was an anxious wish on the part of Government to counteract, by every means in their power, the strict or puritanical spirit which had been the chief characteristic of the republican government, and to revive those feudal institutions which united the vassal to the liege lord, and both to the crown. | Buy | |
| Old Pybus | George Warwick Deeping | Mr. Conrad Pybus collected pictures, and being the possessor of two "Constables," and three "Cotmans," he had some right to stretch out a large hand and to indicate the picture that was hung against the blue horizon. | Buy | |
| Old St. Paul's | William Harrison Ainsworth | One night, at the latter end of April 1665, the family of a citizen of London carrying on an extensive business as a grocer in Wood Street, Cheapside, were assembled, according to custom, at prayer. | Buy | |
| Old Wine and New | George Warwick Deeping | The street was as black as a tunnel. | Buy | |
| Old Yeller | Fred Gipson | We called him Old Yeller. | Buy | |
| Oldtown Folks | Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe | It has always been a favorite idea of mine, that there is so much of the human in every man, that the life of any one individual, however obscure, if really and vividly perceived in all its aspirations, struggles, failures, and successes, would command the interest of all others. | Buy | |
| Oliver Twist | Charles Dickens | Among other public buildings in a certain town, which for many reasons it will be prudent to refrain from mentioning, and to which I will assign no ficticious name, there is one anciently common to most towns, great or small: to wit, a workhouse; and in this workhouse was born; on a day and date which I need not trouble myself to repeat, inasmuch as it can be of no possible consequence to the reader, in this stage of the business at all events; the item of mortality whose name is prefixed to the head of this chapter. | Buy | |
| Oliver Wiswell | Kenneth Lewis Roberts | My father, Seaton Wiswell of Milton and Boston, was an attorney. | Buy | |
| Oliver's Story | Erich Segal | "Oliver, you're sick." | Buy | |
| Om: The Secret of Ahbor Valley | Talbot Mundy | If you want views about the world's news, read what Cottswold Ommony calls the views papers; there is plenty in them that thoroughly zealous people believe. | Buy | |
| Omoo | Herman Melville | It was the middle of a bright tropical afternoon that we made good our escape from the bay. | Buy | |
| On First Looking Into Chapman's Homer | John Keats | Much have I travell'd in the realms of gold, And many goodly states and kingdoms seen; Round many western islands have I been Which bards in fealty to Apollo hold. Oft of one wide expanse had I been told That deep-brow'd Homer rules as his demesne, Yet did I never breathe its pure serene Till I heard Chapman speak out loud and bold; Then felt I like some watcher of the skies When a new planet swims into his ken; Or like stout Cortez when with eagle eyes He stared at the Pacific,--and all his men Look'd at each other with a wild surmise,-- Silent, upon a peak in Darien. | Buy | |
| On the Beach | Nevil Shute (Nevil Shute Norway) | Lieutenant Commander Peter Holmes of the Royal Australian Navy woke soon after dawn. | Buy | |
| On the Face of the Waters | Flora Annie Steel | "Going! Going! Gone!" | Buy | |
| On The Road | Jack Kerouac | I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up | Buy | |
| On Wings of Eagles | Ken Follett | It all started on December 5, 1978. Jay Coburn, Director of Personnel for EDS Corporation Iran, sat in his office in uptown Tehran with a lot on his mind. | Buy | |
| Once Is Not Enough | Jacqueline Susann | When Mike Wayne walked into the V.I.P. Lounge at Kennedy Airport, the hostess was positive he was a movie star. He had that look of someone you've seen many times but know you've never met. | Buy | |
| One | Richard Bach | When we met twenty-five years ago, I was an airplane pilot entranced by flight, looking for meanings behind instruments and airspeeds. | Buy | |
| One Day in the Life of Ivan Denisovich | Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn | Reveille was sounded, always, at 5 A.M.--a hammer pounding on a rail outside camp HQ. The ringing noise came faintly on and off through the windowpanes covered with ice more than an inch thick, and died away fast. It was cold and the warder didn't feel like going on banging. | Buy | |
| One Fish, Two Fish, Red Fish, Blue Fish | Dr. Seuss (pseudonym of Theodore Seuss Geisel) | One fish two fish red fish blue fish. | Buy | |
| One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest | Ken Kesey | They're out there. Black boys in white suits up before me to commit sex acts in the hall and get it mopped up before I can catch them. | Buy | |
| One Hundred Years of Solitude | Gabriel Garcia Marquez | Many years later, as he faced the firing squad, Colonel Aureliano Buendía was to remember that distant afternoon when his father took him to discover ice. | Buy | |
| One Increasing Purpose | Arthur Stuart-Menteth Hutchinson | There were three brothers Paris: Andrew, Charles, Simon. | Buy | |
| One Lonely Night | Mickey Spillane (originally Frank Spillane) | Nobody ever walked across the bridge, not on a night like this. The rain was misty enough to be almost fog-like, a cold gray curtain separated me from the pale ovals of white that were faces locked behind the steamed-up windows of the cars that hissed by. Even the brilliance that was Manhattan by night was reduced to a few sleepy, yellow lights off in the distance. | Buy | |
| One More River | John Galsworthy | Clare, who for seventeen months had been the wife of Sir Gerald Corven of the Colonial Service, stood on the boat deck of an Orient liner in the river Thames, waiting for it to dock. | Buy | |
| One of Ours | Willa Sibert Cather | Claude Wheeler opened his eyes before the sun was up and vigorously shook his younger brother, who lay in the other half of the same bed. | Buy | |
| Operating Instructions | Anne Lamott | I woke up with a state at 4:00 one morning and realized that I very, very pregnant. Since I had conceived six months earlier, one might have thought that the news would have sunk in before then, and in many ways it had, but it was on that early morning in May that I first realized how severely pregnant I was. | Buy | |
| Operation Breakthrough | Dan J Marlowe | The bank was on the ground floor of a four-story downtown Nassau office building. | Buy | |
| Operation Flashpoint | Dan J Marlowe | Hazel had given me almost too many errands to do for her in New York | Buy | |
| Operation Overkill | Dan J Marlowe | From the back seat of the Olds I could see the kid's cotton gloves flash white on the steering wheel as he swung the car from Van Buren onto Central Avenue. | Buy | |
| Ordinary People | Judith Guest | To have a reason to get up in the morning, it is necessary to possess a guiding principle. | Buy | |
| Orlando | Virginia Woolf | He - for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it - ... | Buy | |
| Orlando | Virginia Woolf (nee Stephen) (Adeline Virginia Woolf) | He--for there could be no doubt of his sex, though the fashion of the time did something to disguise it--was in the act of slicing at the head of a Moor which swung from the rafters. | Buy | |
| Orley Farm | Anthony Trollope | It is not true that a rose by any other name will smell as sweet. Were it true, I should call this story "The Great Orley Farm Case." But who would ask for the ninth number of a serial work burthened with so very uncouth an appellation? Thence, and therefore,--Orley Farm. | Buy | |
| Othello the Moor of Venice | William Shakespeare | Tush, never tell me! I take it much unkindly That thou, Iago, who hast had my purse As if the strings were thine, shouldst know of this. | Buy | |
| Otho, the Archer | Alexandre Dumas père | Towards the end of the year 1340, on a cold but still beautiful
Autumn night, a horseman was riding along the narrow road that
follows the left bank of the Rhine. You might have thought,
considering the lateness of the hour and the rapid pace at which
he urged his horse, tired as it was with the long day's journey
already done, that he was going to stop for a few hours in the
little town of Oberwinter, which he had just reached. But
nothing of the kind; without slackening his pace and like a man
who is familiar with them, he plunged into the midst of narrow
tortuous streets that might shorten his way by a few minutes, and
soon reappeared on the other side of the town, going out by the
opposite Gate to that by which he had come in. [Fr., Vers la fin de l'annee 1340, par une nuit froide, mais encore belle de l'automne, un cavalier suivant le chemin etroit qui cotoie la rive gauche du Rhin.] | Buy | |
| Our Admirable Betty | Jeffrey Farnol | "The Major, mam, the Major has a truly wonderful 'ead!" said Sergeant Zebedee Tring as he stood, hammer in hand, very neat and precise from broad shoe-buckles to smart curled wig that offset his square, bronzed face. | Buy | |
| Our Mutual Friend | Charles Dickens | In these times of ours, though concerning the exact year there is no need to be precise, a boat of dirty and disreputable appearance, with two figures in it, floated on the Thames, between Southwark Bridge which is of iron, and London Bridge which is of stone, as an autumn evening was closing in. | Buy | |
| Ourselves to Know | John O'Hara | As a boy and until I was sixteen I spent a large part of every summer at my grandfather's house in Lyons, Pennsylvania. | Buy | |
| Out of Africa | Isak Dinesen | I had a farm in Africa, at the foot of the Ngong Hills. The Equator runs across these highlands, a hundred miles to the North, and the farm lay at an altitude of over six thousand feet. In the day-time you felt that you had got high up, near to the sun, but the early mornings and evenings were limpid and restful, and the nights were cold. | Buy | |
| Out Of The Silent Planet | C S Lewis | The last drops of the thundershower had hardly ceased falling when the Pedestrian stuffed his map into his pocket, settled his pack more comfortable on his tired shoulders, and stepped out from the shelter of a large chestnut-tree into the middle of the road. | Buy | |
| Out On The Cutting Edge | Lawrence Block | When I imagine it, it is always a perfect summer day, with the sun high in a vivid blue sky. | Buy | |
| Outbreak | Robin Cook | Dr Iannis had enjoyed a satisfactory day in which none of his patients had died or got any worse | Buy | |
| Outlander | Edward S Aarons | It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first sight. | Buy | |
| Outlander | Diana Jean Gabaldon | It wasn't a very likely place for disappearances, at least at first glance. Mrs. Baird's was like a thousand other Highland bed-and-breakfast establishments in 1945; clean and quiet, with fading floral wallpaper, gleaming floors, and a coin-operated hot-water geyser in the lavatory. Mrs. Baird herself was squat and easygoing, and made no objection to Frank lining her tiny rose-sprigged parlor with the dozens of books and papers with which he always traveled. | Buy | |
| Over Sea, Under Stone | Susan Cooper | "Where is he?" | Buy | |
| Overload | Arthur Hailey | Heat! Heat in stifling blanket layers. Heat that enveloped all of California from the arid Mexican border in the south to majestic Klamath Forest, elbowing northward into Oregon. Heat, oppressive and enervating. | Buy | |
| Ovington's Bank | Stanley J Weyman | It was market day in Aldersbury, the old county town of Aldshire, and the busiest hour of the day. | Buy |