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| Waiting | Ha Jin (pseudonym of Xuefei Jin) | Every summer Lin Kong returned to Goose Village to divorce his wife, Shuyu. | Buy | |
| Waiting for the Barbarians | J M Coetzee | I have never seen anything like it: two little discs of glass suspended in front of his eyes in loops of wire. | Buy | |
| Waiting to Exhale | Terry McMillan | Right now I'm supposed to be all geeked up because I'm getting ready for a New Year's Eve party that some guy named Lionel invited me to. | Buy | |
| Walden | Henry David Thoreau | When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived alone, in the woods, a mile from any neighbor, in a house which I had built myself, on the shore of Walden Pond, in Concord, Massachusetts, and earned my living by the labor of my hands only. | Buy | |
| Wanderlust | Danielle Steel | Everything in the house shone as the sun streamed in through the long French windows. The carved mahogany mantelpiece in one of the two front parlors had been polished until it sparkled, its carved rosettes and female busts oiled to perfection. The long marquetry table in the center of the room was equally handsome and had been equally well tended, although it was almost impossible to see it beneath the stacks of treasures that had been gathering there for weeks. | Buy | |
| Wanted! | Frank Gruber | It was seventy-two miles to Fort Scott and the doctor intended to make the trip in one day. | Buy | |
| War and Peace | Leo Tolstoy | "Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes." | Buy | |
| War and Peace | Leo Tolstoy (Count Lev Tolstoi) | "Well, Prince, so Genoa and Lucca are now just family estates of the Buonapartes. But I warn you, if you don't tell me that this means war, if you still try to defend the infamies and horrors perpetrated by that Antichrist--I really believe he is Antichrist--I will have nothing more to do with you and you are no longer my friend, no longer my 'faithful slave,' as you call yourself! But how do you do? I see I have frightened you--sit down and tell me all the news." | Buy | |
| War and Remembrance | Herman Wouk | A liberty boat full of sleepy hung-over sailors came clanging along-side the U.S.S. Northampton, and a stocky caprain in dress whites jumped out to the accommodation ladder. The heavy cruiser, it gray hull and long guns dusted pink by the rising sun, swung to a buoy in Pearl Harbor on the incoming tide. | Buy | |
| War With the Newts | Karel Capek | If you were to look for the little island of Tana Masa on a map
you would find it right on the equator slightly to the west of
Sumatra. But if you asked Captain J. van Toch of the Kandong
Bandoeng what kind of place this Tana Masa was, the place off
which he had just dropped anchor, he would curse for a while and
then he would tell you that it was the filthiest hole in all the
Sunda Islands, even more miserable than Tana Bala and at least as
lousy a place as Pini or Banjak; that the only, if you excuse me, human being living there--disregarding, of course, those lousy Batkas--was a drunken agent, a cross between a Cuban and a Portuguese and an even greater thief, heathen and swine than a pure-bred Cuban and a pure-bred white man combined; and if there was something lousy in this world then it was this lousy life on this lousy Tana Masa, yessir. | Buy | |
| Watership Down | Richard Adams | The primroses were over. | Buy | |
| Way of a Wanton | Richard S Prather | I was as confused as a sterile rabbit, primarily because I couldn't make up my mind where to look. | Buy | |
| Way Station | Clifford Simak | The noise was ended now. The smoke drifted like thin gray wisps of fog above the tortured earth and the shattered fences and peach trees that had been whittled into toothpicks by cannon fire. | Buy | |
| Wayside 609 | Owen Gault | One look at the honey haired blonde behind the wheel of the convertible convinced me I wouldn't need a Greyhound bus to get where I was going after all. | Buy | |
| We Are Not Alone | James Hilton | One cold gusty night in December a boy rang the bell of the doctor's house in Shawgate, and when Susan came to the door left word that there had been an accident to a dancer at the local theatre and would the doctor please come at once. | Buy | |
| We the Living | Ayn Rand | Petrograd smelt of carbolic acid. | Buy | |
| We Were the Mulvaneys | Joyce Carol Oates | We were the Mulvaneys, remember us? | Buy | |
| Weir of Hermiston | Robert Louis Stevenson | The Lord Justice-Clerk was a stranger in that part of the country; but his lady wife was known there from a child, as her race had been before her. | Buy | |
| West with the Night | Beryl Markham | How is it possible to bring order out of memory? I should like to begin at the beginning, patiently, like a weaver at his loom. | Buy | |
| Westward Ho! | Charles Kingsley | All who have travelled through the delicious scenery of North Devon must needs know the little white town of Bideford, which slopes upwards from its broad tide-river paved with yellow sands, and many-arched old bridge, where salmon wait for Autumn floods, toward the pleasant upland on the west. | Buy | |
| What Christmas is as We Grow Older | Charles Dickens | Time was, with most of us, when Christmas Day encircling all our limited world like a magic ring, left nothing out for us to miss or seek; bound together all our home enjoyments, affections and hopes! grouped everything and every one around the Christmas fire; and made the little picture shining in our bright young eyes, complete. | Buy | |
| What Looks Like Crazy on an Ordinary Day | Pearl Cleage | I'm sitting at the bar in the airport, minding my own business, trying to get psyched up for my flight, and I made the mistake of listening to one of those TV talk shows. | Buy | |
| Wheels | Arthur Hailey | The president of General Motors was in a foul humor. | Buy | |
| When a Man Marries | Mary Roberts Rinehart | When the dreadful thing occurred that night, every one turned on me. The injustice of it hurt me most. They said I got up the dinner, that I asked them to give up other engagements and come, that I promised all kinds of jollification, if they would come; and then when they did come and got in the papers and every one--but ourselves--laughed himself black in the face, they turned on ME! I, who suffered ten times to their one! | Buy | |
| When a Man's a Man | Harold Bell Wright | There is a land where a man, to live, must be a man. | Buy | |
| When Bad Things Happen to Good People | Harold S. Kushner | There is only one question which really matters: why do bad things happen to good people? | Buy | |
| When Knighthood Was in Flower | Charles Major | We Caskodens take great pride in our ancestry. Some persons, I know, hold all that to be totally un-Solomonlike and the height of vanity, but, they, usually, have no ancestors of whom to be proud. | Buy | |
| When Rich Men Die | Harold Adams | The digital clock showed 2:41 A.M. as I rolled to lift the receiver before the second ring and said, "Yeah?" | Buy | |
| When the Sacred Ginmill Closes | Lawrence Block | The windows at Morrissey's were painted black. | Buy | |
| Where Angels Fear to Tread | E M Forster | They were all at Charing Cross to see Lilia off--Philip, Harriet, Irma, Mrs. Herriton herself. | Buy | |
| Where Echoes Live | Marcia Muller | Tufa Lake lies in the high desert of northeastern California, only miles from the Nevada border. | Buy | |
| Where Is Janice Gantry? | John D MacDonald | Sometimes the hot night wind brings bad dreams. | Buy | |
| Where the Blue Begins | Christopher Morley | Gissing lived alone (except for his Japanese butler) in a little house in the country, in that woodland suburb region called the Canine Estates. | Buy | |
| Where the Sidewalk Ends | Sheldon Allan Silverstein (used pseudonym Uncle Shelby) | If you are a dreamer, come in, If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar, A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer. . . If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire For we have some flax-golden tales to spin. Come in! Come in! | Buy | |
| Where the Wild Things Are | Maurice Bernard Sendak | The night Max wore his wolf suit and made mischief on one kind and another his mother called him "WILD THING!" and Max said "I'LL EAT YOU UP!" so he was sent to bed without eating anything. | Buy | |
| While My Pretty One Sleeps | Mary Higgins Clark | He drove cautiously up the Thruway toward Morrison State Park. The thirty-five-mile trip from Manhattan to Rockland County had been a nightmare. Even though it was six o'clock, there was no sense of approaching dawn. | Buy | |
| Whirlwind | James Clavell | IN THE ZAGROS MOUNTAINS: SUNSET. Now the sun touched the horizon and the man reined in his horse tiredly, glad that the time for prayer had come. | Buy | |
| White Banners | Lloyd Cassell Douglas | After so long a pause that Marcia felt sure whoever it was must have gone away, the front doorbell rang again, a courteously brief 'still waiting.' | Buy | |
| White Fang | Jack London | Dark spruce forest frowned on either side the frozen waterway. The trees had been stripped by a recent wind of their white covering of frost, and they seemed to lean toward each other, black and ominous, in the fading light. A vast silence reigned over the land. | Buy | |
| White Gold Wielder: The Second Chronicles of Thomas Covenant, Book Three | Stephen R Donaldson | Awkward without its midmast, Starfare's Gem turned heavily toward the north, putting its stern to the water clogged with sand and foam which marked the passing of the One Tree. In the rigging, Giants labored and fumbled at their tasks, driven from line to line by the hoarse goad of Sevinhand's commands, even though Seadreamer lay dead on the deck below them. | Buy | |
| White Light | Rudy Rucker | Then it rained for a month. | Buy | |
| White Noise | Don DeLillo | The station wagons arrived at noon, a long shining line that coursed through the west campus. | Buy | |
| White Oleander | Janet Fitch | The Santa Anas blew hot from the desert, shriveling the last of the spring grass into whiskers of pale straw. Only the oleanders thrived, their delicate poisonous blooms, their dagger green leaves. We could not sleep in the hot dry nights, my mother and I. I woke up at midnight to find her bed empty. I climbed to the roof and easily spotted her blond hair like a white flame in the light of the three-quarter moon. | Buy | |
| White Teeth | Zadie Smith | Early in the morning, late in the century, Cricklewood Broadway. At 0627 hours on January 1, 1975, Alfred Archibald Jones was dressed in corduroy and sat in a fume-filled Cavalier Musketeer Estate facedown on the steering wheel, hoping the judgment would not be too heavy upon him. He lay in a prostrate cross, jaw slack, arms splayed on either side like some fallen angel; scrunched up in each fist he held his army service medals (left) and his marriage license (right), for he had decided to take his mistakes with him. | Buy | |
| White-Jacket | Herman Melville | It was not a very white jacket, but white enough, in all conscience, as the sequel will show. | Buy | |
| Who Moved My Cheese? | Spencer Johnson M D | Once, long ago in a land far away, there lived four little characters who ran through a maze looking for cheese to nourish them and make them happy. | Buy | |
| Why I Wake Early | Mary Oliver | Hello, sun in my face. | Buy | |
| Wickford Point | John Phillips Marquand | At the top of Allen Southby's letter was engraved MARTIN HOUSE STUDY, and to the left in smaller type DR. SOUTHBY. | Buy | |
| Wide Sargasso Sea | Jean Rhys | They say when trouble comes close ranks, and so the white people did. | Buy | |
| Wild Animals I Have Known | Ernest Thompson Seton | Currumpaw is a vast cattle range in northern New Mexico. It is a land of rich pastures and teeming flocks and herds, an land of rolling mesas and precious running waters that at length unite in the Currumpay River, from which the whole region is named. And the king whose despotic power was felt over its entire extent was an old gray wolf. | Buy | |
| Wild Palms | William Faulkner | The knocking sounded again, at once discreet and peremptory, while the doctor was descending the stairs, the flashlight's beam lancing on before him down the brown-stained stair-well and into the brown-stained tongue-and-groove of the lower hall. | Buy | |
| Wild Swans | Jung Chang | At the age of fifteen my grandmother became the concubine of a warlord general, the police chief of a tenuous national government of China. | Buy | |
| Wildfire | Zane Grey | For some reason the desert scene before Lucy Bostil awoke varying emotions--a sweet gratitude for the fullness of her life there at the Ford, yet a haunting remorse that she could not be wholly content--a vague loneliness of soul--a thrill and a fear for the strangely calling future, glorious, unknown. | Buy | |
| Wildtrack | Bernard Cornwell | They said I'd never walk again. | Buy | |
| Windmills of the Gods | Sidney Sheldon | Stanton Rogers was destined to be President of the United States. He was a charismatic politician, highly visible to an approving public, and backed by powerful friends. Unfortunately for Rogers, his libido got in the way of his career. | Buy | |
| Windsor Castle | William Harrison Ainsworth | In the twentieth year of the reign of the right high and puissant King Henry the Eighth, namely, in 1529, on the twenty-first of April, and on one of the loveliest evenings that ever fell on the loveliest district in England, a fair youth, having somewhat the appearance of a page, was leaning over the terrace-wall on the north side of Windsor Castle, and gazing at the magnificent scene before him. | Buy | |
| Windswept | Mary Ellen Chase | John Marston first came into possession of Windswept, its hundreds of rough, unkempt acres, its miles of high, rockstrewn coast, its one precipitous headland, cut by the fierce tides into almost a semi-circle within which his house was later to be built, on advent Sunday in the year 1880. He was fourteen years old at the time. The day, in fact, chanced to be his birthday. | Buy | |
| Windswept | Mary Ellen Chase | On an afternoon in September in the year 1938 two women were driving through the open country of southwest Germany. | Buy | |
| Winesburg, Ohio | Sherwood Anderson | The writer, an old man with a white moustache, had some difficulty getting into bed. | Buy | |
| Wings | Danielle Steel | The road to O'Malley's Airport was a long, dusty thin trail that seemed to drift first left, then right, and loop lazily around the cornfields. The airport was a small dry patch of land near Good Hope in McDonough County, a hundred and ninety miles southwest of Chicago. | Buy | |
| Winnie the Pooh | A A Milne | Here is Edward Bear, coming downstairs now, bump, bump, bump, on the back of his head, behind Christopher Robin. It is, as far as he knows, the only way of coming downstairs, but sometimes he feels that there really is another way, if only he could stop bumping for a moment and think of it. And then he feels that perhaps there isn't. Anyhow, here he is at the bottom, and ready to be introduced to you. Winnie-the-Pooh. | Buy | |
| Winter Wheat | Mildred Walker | September is like a quiet day after a whole week of wind. I mean real wind that blows dirt into your eyes and hair and between your teeth and roars in your ears after you/ve gone inside. | Buy | |
| Wintersmoon | Sir Hugh Seymour Walpole | "I am asking you again to marry me as I did a fortnight ago." | Buy | |
| Wise Blood | Flannery O'Connor | Hazel Motes sat at a forward angle on the green plush train seat, looking one minute at the window as if he might want to jump out of it, and the next down the aisle at the other end of the car. | Buy | |
| With All Despatch | Alexander Kent | Rear-Admiral Sir Marcus Drew stood to one side of a window and idly watched the comings and goings of people and carriages outside the Admiralty. | Buy | |
| With Fire and Sword | Henryk Sienkiewicz | The year 1647 abounded with omens. Strange signs and portents of disasters appeared on earth and in the skies. | Buy | |
| With The Turks In Palestine | Alexander Aaronsohn | Thirty-five years ago, the impulse which has since been organized as the Zionist Movement led my parents to leave their homes in Roumania and emigrate to Palestine, where they joined a number of other Jewish pioneers in founding Zicron-Jacob--a little village lying just south of Mount Carmel, in that fertile coastal region close to the ancient Plains of Armageddon. | Buy | Read |
| Within This Present | Margaret Ayer Barnes | As Mr. Horace Sewall cleared his bearded throat, pushed back his carved armchair, placed his damask napkin on the row of forks beside his Royal Crown Derby plate, picked up his champagne glass and rose to his feet, the eyes of Sally, his sixteen-year-old daughter, met those of her grandmother across the candlelit table with a little gleam of half-humorous, half-deprecatory sympathy. | Buy | |
| Without Armor | James Hilton | There died on the 12th inst. at Roone's Hotel, Carrigole, Co. Cork, where he had been staying for some time, Mr. Ainsley Jergwin Fothergill, in his forty-ninth year. | Buy | |
| Without Remorse | Tom Clancy | MAY He'd never know why he stopped. Kelly pulled his Scout over to the shoulder without a conscious thought. She hadn't had her hand out soliciting a ride. She's just been standing at the side of the road, watching the cars speed past in a spray of highway grit and a wake of fumes. Her posture was that of a hitchhiker, one knee locked, the other bent. Her clothes were clearly well used and a backpack was loosely slung over one shoulder. Her tawny, shoulder-length hair moved about in the rush of air from the traffic. Her face showed nothing, but Kelly didn't see that until he was already pressing his right foot on the brake pedal and angling onto the loose rock of the shoulder. | Buy | |
| Witness | Whittaker Chambers | In 1937, I began, like Lazarus, the impossible return. | Buy | |
| Woman in White | Wilkie Collins | This is the story of what a Woman's patience can endure, and what a Man's resolution can achieve. | Buy | |
| Women in Love | D H Lawrence | Ursula and Gudrun Brangwen sat one morning in the window-day of their father's house in Beldover, working and talking. | Buy | |
| Won by the Sword | G A Henty | A mounted officer, followed by two orderlies, was proceeding at a brisk trot from Paris to St. Denis, in October, 1639, when he came upon a large party of boys, who, armed with sticks, were advancing in something like military order against a wall on the top of a low hill. | Buy | |
| Woodstock | Walter Dill Scott | There is a handsome parish church in the town of Woodstock,--I am told so, at least, for I never saw it, having scarce time, when at the place, to view the magnificence of Blenheim, its painted halls and tapestried bowers, and then return in due season to dine in hall with my learned friend, the provost of ----; being one of those occasions on which a man wrongs himself extremely, if he lets his curiosity interfere with his punctuality. | Buy | |
| Work of Art | Sinclair Lewis | The flat roof of the American House, the most spacious and important hotel in Black Thread Center, Connecticut, was lined with sheet of red-painted tin, each embossed with "Phoenix, the Tin of Kings." | Buy | |
| World | E L Doctrow | I was born on Clinton Street in the Lower East Side. | Buy | |
| World of Wonders | Edwin Abbott Abbott | "Of course he was a charming man." | Buy | |
| Worldwar: Tilting the Balance | Harry Turtledove | For nostalgia's sake, Fleet Lord Atvar called up the hologram of the Tosevite warrior he had often studied before the invasion fleet actually reached the world of Tosev 3. | Buy | |
| Wuthering Heights | Emily Brontė | 1801-- I have just returned from a visit to my landlord -- the solitary neighbor that I shall be troubled with. | Buy | Read |