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| Rabbit at Rest | John Updike | Standing amid the tan, excited post-Christmas crowd at the Southwest Florida Regional Airport, Rabbit Angstrom has a funny sudden feeling that what he has come to meet, what's floating in unseen about to land, is not his son Nelson and daughter-in-law Pru and their two children but something more ominous and intimately his: his own death, shaped vaguely like an airplane. | Buy | |
| Rabbit Is Rich | John Updike | Running out of gas, Rabbit Angstrom thinks as he stands behind the summer-dusty windows of the Springer Motors display room watching the traffic go by on Route 111, traffic somehow thin and scared compared to what it used to be. | Buy | |
| Rabbit Redux | John Updike | Men emerge pale from the little printing plant at four sharp, ghosts for an instant, blinking, until the outdoor light overcomes the look of constant indoor light clinging to them. | Buy | |
| Rabbit, Run | John Updike | Boys are playing basketball around a telephone pole with a blackboard bolted to it. | Buy | |
| Rage of Angels | Sidney Sheldon | The hunters were closing in for the kill. | Buy | |
| Ragtime | E L Doctrow | In 1902 Father built a house at the crest of the Broadview Avenue hill in New Rochelle, New York. | Buy | |
| Rainbow Six | Tom Clancy | John Clark had more time in airplanes than most licensed pilots, and he knew the statistics as well as any of them, but he still didn't like the idea of crossing the ocean on a twin-engine airliner. | Buy | |
| Raintree County | Ross Franklin Lockridge Jr | Yes, sir, here's the Glorious Fourth again. | Buy | |
| Raise High the Roof Beam, Carpenters and Seymour | J.D. Salinger | One night some twenty years ago, during a siege of mumps in our enormous family, my youngest sister, Franny, was moved, crib and all, into the ostensibly germ-free room I shared with my eldest brother, Seymour. I was fifteen, Seymour was seventeen. Along about two in the morning, the new roommate's crying wakened me. I lay in a still, neutral position for a few minutes, listening to the racket, till I heard, or felt, Seymour stir in the bed next to mine. | Buy | |
| Rally Round the Flag, Boys! | Max Shulman | Here begins a tale of action and passion, a guts-and-glory story of men with untamed hearts, of women with raging juices. | Buy | |
| Ramage | Dudley Pope | Ramage felt dazed and grabbed at the thoughts rushing through his head: he guessed that it was a nightmare, so he would soon wake up safely in his cabin; but for the moment his mind was apparently separated from his body. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Dido | Dudley Pope | Ramage folded the Morning Post and sat back comfortably. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Drumbeat | Dudley Pope | The heat and humidity of a Mediterranean summer made the watermark in the paper stand out like a fading scar, and traces of mildew left a tarnished gilt outline round the edges. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Freebooters | Dudley Pope | As Ramage's carriage rattled along Whitehall he was surprised to see the long and wide street was almost deserted. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Guillotine | Dudley Pope | Ramage reached across the breakfast table for the silver bell, shook it and waited. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Rebels | Dudley Pope | "It's not exactly making war, sir," Ramage said, putting as much disapproval in his voice as he dared. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Renegades | Dudley Pope | Ramage lowered the copy of the Morning Post and listened. | Buy | |
| Ramage and the Saracens | Dudley Pope | Southwick counted the pieces of salt beef as the cook's mate lifted them out of the cask, banging each piece before he removed it to shake off the encrusted salt. | Buy | |
| Ramage at Trafalgar | Dudley Pope | The lawyer took out the parchment from his worn leather case, carefully smoothed it out flat on the table and perched a pair of spectacles on his bulbous nose. | Buy | |
| Ramage's Challenge | Dudley Pope | The Atlantic entrance to the Strait of Gibraltar always reminded Ramage of a gigantic funnel lying on its side, its spout pointing towards the Mediterranean and forever replenishing the warm inland sea from the cold ocean. | Buy | |
| Ramage's Devil | Dudley Pope | They were both lying, propped up by an elbow, on the bristling carpet of short, coarse grass which was fighting for its life on top of the cliff, the roots clinging desperately to the thin layer of earth and finding cracks in the rock beneath. | Buy | |
| Ramage's Diamond | Dudley Pope | There was a faint smell of oil, turpentine and beeswax in the shop, and while an assistant scurried off to fetch the owner Ramage glanced at the sporting guns in the racks round the walls and then at the pairs of pistols nestling in their mahogany cases which almost covered one end of the counter. | Buy | |
| Ramage's Mutiny | Dudley Pope | The little dockyard at English Harbour was already bustling, although the sun was only just lifting over the rounded hills to the east. | Buy | |
| Ramage's Signal | Dudley Pope | On the starboard beam the shoreline just three miles away was a gleaming band of sand shimmering in the heat. | Buy | |
| Ramage's Trial | Dudley Pope | Southwick walked slowly across the quarterdeck to where Ramage stood trying to find some shade from a small awning which, having done so much service in the Tropics, now comprised more patches than original cloth and in places was so threadbare from the sun and wind that it provided only a little more shade than a piece of muslin. | Buy | |
| Rampart Street | Everett and Olga Webber | New Orleans was a stinking pest hole in the summer, and only John Carrick's pride and his anger at Elizabeth had made him risk losing his ship to run the British blockade of the Caribbean and the pirate blockade of the Gulf. | Buy | |
| Ramshackle Roost | Jane Flory | The second week of June 1922 was too early for a heat wave, but early or not, it certainly was scorching. | Buy | |
| Randall and the River of Time | C S Forester | Randall was asleep in his chicken-wire bed in the company headquarters dugout. | Buy | |
| Random Harvest | James Hilton | On the morning of the eleventh of November, 1937, precisely at eleven o'clock, some well-meaning busy-body consulted his watch and loudly announced the hour, with the result that all of us in the dining car felt constrained to put aside drinks and newspapers and spend the two minutes' silence in rather embarrassed stares at one another or out of the window. | Buy | |
| Random Winds | Belva Plain | At the top of the long rise, Pa guided the horse toward the shade and drew in the reins. He pulled off his woolen jacket and laid it on the seat next to Martin. | Buy | |
| Rare Birds | Edward Riche | As if being unbandaged, coming through gauze, Dave Purcell emerged from a deep trance. | Buy | |
| Rather A Vicious Gentleman | Frank McAuliffe | The sergeant said, "Just a minute, sir." | Buy | |
| Reaper Man | Terry Pratchett | The Morris dance is common to all inhabited worlds in the multiverse | Buy | |
| Rebecca | Daphne du Maurier | Last night I dreamt I went to Manderly again. | Buy | |
| Rebecca | Daphne du Maurier | Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again. | Buy | |
| Rebecca of Sunnybrook Farm | Kate Douglas Wiggin | The old stage coach was rumbling along the dusty road that runs from Maplewood to Riverboro. The day was as warm as midsummer, though it was only the middle of May, and Mr. Jeremiah Cobb was favoring the horses as much as possible, yet never losing sight of the fact that he carried the mail. The hills were many, and the reins lay loosely in his hands as he lolled back in his seat and extended one foot and leg luxuriously over the dashboard. His brimmed hat of worn felt was well pulled over his eyes, and revolved a quid of tobacco in his left cheek. | Buy | |
| Rebel | Bernard Cornwell | The young man was trapped at the top end of Shockoe Slip where a crowd had gathered in Cary Street. | Buy | |
| Red Gardenias | Jonathan Latimer | 'There's a burglar downstairs,' Ann Fortune said. | Buy | |
| Red Pottage | Mary Cholmondeley | "I can't get out," said Sterne's starling, looking through the bars of his cage. | Buy | |
| Red Rabbit | Tom Clancy | "When do you start, Jack?" Cathy asked in the quiet of their bed. | Buy | |
| Red Storm Rising | Tom Clancy | They moved swiftly, silently, with purpose, under a crystalline, star-filled night in western Siberia. They were Muslims, though one could scarcely have known it from their speech, which was Russian, though inflected with the singsong Azerbaijani accent that wrongly struck the senior members of the engineering staff as entertaining. The three of them had just completed a complex task in the truck and train yards, the opening of hundreds of loading valves. Ibrahim Tolkaze was their leader, though he was not in front. | Buy | |
| Redburn | Herman Melville | Wellingborough, as you are going to sea, suppose you take this shooting-jacket of mine along; it's just the thing--take it, it will save the expense of another. | Buy | |
| Redwall | Brian Jacques | Mathias cut a comical figure as he hobbled his way along the cloisters, with his large sandals flip-flopping and his tail peeping from beneath the baggy folds of an oversized novice's habit. | Buy | |
| Reflections in a Golden Eye | Carson McCullers | An army post in peacetime is a dull place. | Buy | |
| Regeneration | Pat Barker | I am making this statement as an act of willful defiance of military authority, because I believe the war is being deliberately prolonged by those who have the power to end it. | Buy | |
| Remember | Barbara Taylor Bradford | Sleep eluded her. She lay in the darkness, trying to empty her head of every thought, troubling or otherwise, but this seemed to be an impossibility. Bone tired though she had been earlier, when she had stripped off her clothes and fallen into bed, she was now wide-awake. All of her senses were alerted; she strained to catch any untoward sounds from outside. At this moment, though, very little noise penetrated the walls of the plush hotel suite. It was curious, ominous, the silence outside. | Buy | |
| Remembrance of Things Past | Marcel Proust | For a long time I would go to bed early. [Fr., Longtemps, je me suis couche de bonne heure.] | Buy | |
| Rendezvous with Rama | Arthur C Clarke | Sooner or later, it was bound to happen. On June 30, 1908, Moscow escaped destruction by three hours and four thousand kilometers--a margin invisibly small by the standards of the universe. | Buy | |
| Requiem for a Nun | William Faulkner | The courthouse is less old than the town, which began somewhere under the turn of the century as a Checkasaw Agency trading-post and so continued for almost thirty years before it discovered, not that it lacked a depository for its records and certainly not that it needed one, but that only by creating or anyway decreeing one, could it cope with a situation which otherwise was going to cost somebody money. | Buy | |
| Requiem for Harlem | Henry Roth | Ira Stigman's legs were weary, legs and feet and instep, but the long march was well worth its fatigue. | Buy | |
| Return of the Jedi Storybook | Joan D. Vinge | Long ago, in a galaxy far, far away, the leaders of the Rebel Alliance were gathering to plan the next move in their battle against the evil Galactic Empire. The Rebels had been fighting the Empire and its cruel leader for a long time. They were trying to win freedom for all the worlds the Empire oppressed, but they were badly outnumbered. | Buy | |
| Return to Paradise | James A. Michener | In 1948 I addressed some students at Washington and Lee University, and in the question-answer period one young man observed with asperity, "But it's easy for you to write. You've traveled." | Buy | |
| Revolt in the Desert | Thomas Edward Lawrence ("Lawrence of Arabia") | When at last we anchored in Jeddah's outer harbour, off the white town hung between the blazing sky and its reflection in the mirage which swept and rolled over the wide lagoon, then the heat of Arabia came out like a drawn sword and struck us speechless. | Buy | |
| Rich Man, Poor Man | Irwin Shaw | Mr. Donnelly, the track coach, ended the day's practice early because Henry Fuller's father came down to the high-school field to tell Henry that they had just got a telegram from Washington announcing that Henry's brother had been killed in action in Germany. | Buy | |
| Richard Bolitho - Midshipman | Alexander Kent | Although only noon, the clouds which scudded busily above Portsmouth harbour made it seem closer to evening. | Buy | |
| Richard Carvel | Winston Churchill | Lionel Carvel, Esq., of Carvel Hall, in the county of Queen Anne, was no inconsiderable man in his Lordship's province of Maryland, and indeed he was not unknown in the colonial capitals from Williamsburg to Boston. | Buy | |
| Riders in the Chariot | Patrick White | "Who was that woman?" asked Mrs. Colquhoun, a rich lady who had
come recently to live at Sarsaparilla. "Ah," Mrs. Sugden said, and laughed, "that was Miss Hare." | Buy | |
| Ridley Walker | Russell Hoban | On my naming day when I come 12 I gone front spear and kilt a wyld boar he parbly ben the las wyld pig on the Bundel Downs any how there hadnt ben none for a long time befor him nor I aint looking to see none agen. | Buy | |
| Rienzi | Edward George Bulwer-Lytton | The celebrated name which forms the title to this work will sufficiently apprise the reader that it is in the earlier half of the fourteenth century that my story opens. | Buy | |
| Ring-a-Ding-Ding | Frank Kane | A cold, driving rain slanted down from the black sky, looked like buckshot hitting the puddles along the curb. | Buy | |
| Ringworld | Larry Niven | In the night time heat of Beirut in one of a row of general address transfer booths, Louis Wu flicked into reality. | Buy | |
| RN: The Memoirs of Richard Nixon | Richard Milhous Nixon | I was born in the house my father built. | Buy | |
| Rob Roy | Walter Dill Scott | You have requested me, my dear friend, to bestow some of that leisure, with which Providence has blessed the decline of my life, in registering hazards and difficulties which attended its commencement. | Buy | |
| Robbery Under Arms | Rolf Boldrewood | My name's Dick Marston, Sydney-side native. I'm twenty-nine years old, six feet in my stocking soles, and thirteen stone weight. Pretty strong and active with it, so they say. I don't want to blow--not here, any road--but it takes a good man to put me on my back, or stand up to me with the gloves, or the naked mauleys. I can ride anything--anything that ever was lapped in horsehide--swim like a musk-duck, and track like a Myall blackfellow. Most things that a man can do I'm up to, and that's all about it. | Buy | |
| Robbie | Isaac Asimov | "Ninety-eight--ninety-nine--one hundred." Gloria withdrew her chubby little forearm from before her eyes and stood for a moment, wrinkling her nose and blinking in the sunlight. | Buy | |
| Robert Elsmere | Mrs. Humphry Ward | It was a brilliant afternoon towards the end of May. The spring had been unusually cold and late, and it was evident from the general aspect of the lonely Westmoreland valley of Long Whindale that warmth and sunshine had only just penetrated to its bare green recesses, where the few scattered trees were fast rushing into their full summer dress, while at their feet, and along the bank of the stream, the flowers of March and April still lingered, as though they found it impossible to believe that their rough brother, the east wind, had at last deserted them. | Buy | |
| Robinson Crusoe | Daniel Defoe | I was born in the year 1632, in the city of York, of a good family, though not of that country, my father being a foreigner of Bremen, who settled first at Hull. He got a good estate by merchandise, and leaving off his trade lived afterward at York, from whence he had married my mother, whose relations were named Robinson, a good family in that country, and from whom I was called Robinson Kreutznear; but by the usual corruption of words in England we are now called, nay, we call ourselves, and write our name, Crusoe, and so my companions always called me. | Buy | |
| Robur the Conqueror | Jules Verne | Bang! Bang! The pistol shots were almost simultaneous. A cow peacefully grazing fifty yards away received one of the bullets in her back. She had nothing to do with the quarrel all the same. | Buy | |
| Rocket Boys | Homer Hadley Hickam Jr | Until I began to build and launch rockets, I didn't know my hometown was at war with itself over its children and that my parents were locked in a kind of bloodless combat over how my brother and I would live our lives. | Buy | |
| Rogue Herries | Sir Hugh Seymour Walpole | Over this country, when the giant Eagle flings the shadow of his wing, the land is darkened. So compact is it that the wing covers all its extent in one pause of the flight. The sea breaks on the pale line of the shore; to the Eagle's proud glance waves run in to the foot of the hills that are like rocks planted in green water. | Buy | |
| Rogue Roman | Lance Horner | Big, shiny green flies buzzed over the morsels of rotting meat that littered the dusty floor of the courtyard. | Buy | |
| Romeo and Juliet | William Shakespeare | Two households, both alike in dignity, In fair Verona, where we lay our scene, From ancient grudge break to new mutiny, Where civil blood makes civil hands unclean. | Buy | |
| Ronald Reagan: An American Life | Ronald Reagan | If I'd gotten the job I wanted at Montgomery Ward, I suppose I
would never have left Illinois. I've often wondered at how lives are shaped by what seem like small and inconsequential events, how an apparently random turn in the road can lead you a long way from where you intended to go--and a long way from wherever you expected to go. For me, the first of these turns occurred in the summer of 1932, in the abyss of the Depression. | Buy | |
| Room at the Top | John Gerard Braine | I came to Warley on a wet September morning with the sky grey of Guiseley sandstone. | Buy | |
| Roots | Alex Haley | Early in the spring of 1750, in the village of Juffure, four days upriver from the coast of Gambia, West Africa, a manchild was born to Omoro and Binta Kinte. | Buy | |
| Roper's Row | George Warwick Deeping | The girl was tempted by the open door. It was unusual for Hazzard to leave his door open. His habit was to shut it quietly and carefully, for like many other door in Roper's Row it had seen better days, and was suffering from decrepitude, strained hinges and a stammering lock. Hazzard knew the habits of that door. Unless you were firm with it and made sure that the catch had caught, the door would swing slowly back into the room, uttering a little creaking moan. It was a faithless, treasonable door. It was ready to betray you and your secrets, and Hazzard had many reasons for wishing to keep the door closed. | Buy | |
| Rory O'More | Samuel Lover | In a retired district of the South of Ireland, near some wild hills and a romantic river, a small by-road led to a quiet spot, where, at the end of a little land, or boreen, which was sheltered by some hazel-hedges, stood a cottage which in England would have been considered a poor habitation, but in Ireland was absolutely comfortable, when contrasted with the wretched hovels that most of her peasantry are doomed to dwell in. | Buy | |
| Rose Madder | Stephen King (used pseudonym Richard Bachman) | She sits in the corner, trying to draw air out of a room which seemed to have plenty just a few minutes ago and now seems to have none. | Buy | |
| Rose o' the River | Kate Douglas Wiggin | It was not long after sunrise, and Stephen Waterman, fresh from his dip in the river, had scrambled up the hillside from the hut in the alder-bushes where he had made his morning toilet. | Buy | |
| Rosemary's Baby | Ira Levin | Rosemary and Guy Woodhouse had signed a lease on a five-room apartment in a geometric white house on First Avenue when they received word, from a woman named Mrs. Cortez, that a four-room apartment in Bramford had become available. | Buy | |
| Roses Are Red | James B. Patterson | Brianne Parker didn't look like a bank robber or a murderer--her pleasantly plump baby face fooled everyone. But she knew that she was ready to kill if she had to this morning. She would find out for sure at ten minutes past eight. | Buy | |
| Roughing It | Mark Twain (pseudonym of Samuel Langhorne Clemens) | My brother had just been appointed Secretary of Nevada Territory--an office of such majesty that it concentrated in itself the duties and dignities of Treasurer, Comptroller, Secretary of State, and Acting Governor in the Governor's absence. A salary of eighteen hundred dollars a year and the title of "Mr. Secretary," gave to the great position an air of wild and imposing grandeur. I was young and ignorant, and I envied my brother. | Buy | |
| Rubyfruit Jungle | Rita Mae Brown | No one remembers her beginnings. | Buy | |
| Rubyfruit Jungle | Frederic Brown | The last man on Earth sat alone in a room. There was a knock at the door . . . | Buy | |
| Running for Her Life | Laurie John | "Move out of the way!" a woman shouted hysterically to a group of pedestrians crossing the street. | Buy |