Holes

by Louis Sachar

There is no lake at Camp Green Lake.

Decider

by Dick Francis

OK, SO here I am, Lee Morris, opening doors and windows to gusts of life and early death.

It

by Stephen King

Z tego, co wiem, koszmar, który nie miał się zakończyć przez całe dwadzieścia osiem lat (jeżeli w ogóle się skończył), z...

Perelandra

by C. S. Lewis

AS I LEFT the railway station at Worchester and set out on the three-mile walk to Ransom's cottage, I reflected that no ...

Flight

by Sherman Alexie

Matilda

by Roald Dahl

It's a funny thing about mothers and fathers.

Hot money

by Dick Francis

The honk and holler opening soon

by Billie Letts

Bolt

by Dick Francis

Bitter February, within and without.

Blowout

by Catherine Coulter

IT WAS DARKER than Savich was used to, what with no city lights within fifty miles.

The Good Earth

by Pearl S. Buck

It was Wang Lung's marriage day.

Sphere

by Michael Crichton

FOR A LONG TIME THE HORIZON HAD BEEN A MONOTOnous flat blue line separating the Pacific Ocean from the sky.

Rebecca

by Daphne du Maurier

Last night I dreamt I went to Manderley again.

Flying finish

by Dick Francis

"YOU'RE A SPOILED, bad-tempered bastard," my sister said, and jolted me into a course I nearly died of.

Dead Wrong

by J. A. Jance

Colour scheme

by Ngaio Marsh

The Inimitable Jeeves

by P. G. Wodehouse

The Road

by Cormac McCarthy

Hop on Pop

by Dr. Seuss

UP PUP Pup is up.

With open arms

by Nora Roberts