| U.S.A. | John Roderigo Dos Passos | The young man walks fast by himself through the crowd that thins
into the night streets; feet are tired from hours of walking;
eyes greedy for warm curve of faces, answering flicker of eyes,
the set of a head, the lift of a shoulder, the way hands spread
and clench; blood tingles with wants; mind is a beehive of hopes
buzzing and stinging; muscles ache for the knowledge of jobs, for
the roadmender's pick and shovel work, the fisherman's knack with
a hook when he hauls on the slithery net from the rail of the
lurching trawler, the swing of a bridgeman's arm as he slings
down the whitehot rivet, the engineer's slow grip wise on the
throttle, the dirtfarmer's use of his whole body when, whoaing
the mules, he yanks the plow from the furrow. The young man
walks by himself searching through the crowd with greedy eyes,
greedy ears taut to hear, by himself, alone. | Buy | |
| Ulysses | James Joyce | Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed | Buy | |
| Uncle Tom's Cabin | Harriet Beecher Stowe | Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished dining parlor, in the town of P----, in Kentucky. | Buy | |
| Uncle Tom's Cabin | Harriet Elizabeth Beecher Stowe | Late in the afternoon of a chilly day in February, two gentlemen
were sitting alone over their wine, in a well-furnished
dining-parlor, in the town of P-----, in Kentucky. | Buy | |
| Under a Wing | Reeve Lindbergh | In kindergarten, one of my brothers told a friend on the
playground that our father had discovered America. At about the
same age, I dreamed that he was God. | Buy | |
| Under Drake's Flag | G A Henty | It was a stormy morning in the month of May, 1752, and the fishermen of the little village of Westport, situate about five miles from Plymouth, clustered in the public-house of the place, and discussed, not the storm, for that was a common topic, but the fact that Master Francis Drake, whose ships now lay at Plymouth, was visiting the Squire of Treadwood, had passed through the village overnight, and might go through it again to-day. | Buy | |
| Under Fire: An American Story | Oliver North | Being fired is never a pleasant experience, which is why it's
normally done behind closed doors. My own firing was handled
rather differently. The room was packed, the doors were open,
and millions of Americans were watching television. | Buy | |
| Under Milk Wood | Dylan Thomas | To begin at the beginning: It is spring, moonless night in the
small town, starless and bible-black. | Buy | |
| Under the Andes | Rex Stout | The scene was not exactly new to me | Buy | |
| Under the Net | Iris Murdoch | When I saw Finn waiting for me at the corner of the street I knew
at once that something had gone wrong. | Buy | |
| Under the Red Robe | Stanley J Weyman | "Marked cards!" | Buy | |
| Under the Volcano | Malcolm Lowry | Two mountain chains traverse the republic roughly from north to
south, forming between them a number of valleys and plateaus. | Buy | |
| Under Two Flags | Ouida | "I don't say but what he's difficult to please with his Tops,"
said Mr. Rake, factotum to the Hon. Bertie Cecil, of the 1st Life
Guards, with that article of hunting toggery suspended in his
right hand as he paused, before going upstairs, to deliver his
opinions with characteristic weight and vivacity to the
stud-groom, "he is uncommon particular about 'em; and if his
leathers aint as white as snow he'll never touch 'em, tho' as
soon as the pack come nigh him at Royallieu, the leathers might
just as well never have been cleaned, them hounds jump about him
so; old Champion's at his saddle before you can say Davy
Jones. . . ." | Buy | |
| Under Western Eyes | Joseph Conrad | To begin with I wish to disclaim the possession of those high
gifts of imagination and expression which would have enabled my
pen to create for the reader the personality of the man who
called himself, after the Russian custom, Cyril son of
Isidor--Kirylo Sidorovitch--Razumov. | Buy | |
| Underworld | Don DeLillo | I was driving a Lexus through a rustling wind. | Buy | |
| Unleavened Bread | Robert Grant | Babcock and Selma White were among the last of the wedding guests
to take their departure. | Buy | |
| Unnatural Exposure | Patricia Cornwell | Night fell clean and cold in Dublin, and wind moaned beyond my
room as if a million pipes played the air. | Buy | |
| Unto This Hour | Tom Wicker | The road was blue with them. | Buy | |
| Up Island | Anne Rivers Siddons | You know how people are always saying "I knew it by the back of
my neck" when they mean those occasional scalding slashes of
human intuition that later prove to be true? My mother was
always saying it, though she was not always right. Nevertheless,
in my half-Celt family, the back of one's neck is a hallowed
harbinger of things to come. | Buy | |
| Up the Down Staircase | Bel Kaufman | Hi, teach! | Buy | |
| Upon Some Midnights Clear | KC Constantine | Balzic had had a deck built on the back of his house. | Buy | |
| Use of Weapons | Ian M Banks | Tell me, what is happiness? | Buy | |
