Widely considered as one of Dickens most superb and complete novels, “Bleak House” contains a more vastly complex and engaging array of characters and sub-plots than any of Dickens’s novels. As is commonplace in his works, Dickens satirically criticizes the social inequities of his time turning his attacks in this instance to the judicial system of 19th century England. At the center of the novel is the story of John Jarndyce who is tied up in a long-running litigation concerning an estate to which his wards Richard Carstone and Ada Clare are the beneficiaries. A series of events take the vast array of comic and tragic characters from the slums of London to the mansions of noblemen, involving some in treachery and others in discovery. Dickens blends the perfect balance of comedy and social satire in a story that contains mystery, tragedy, murder, redemption, and enduring love. This edition includes an introduction by Edwin Percy Whipple and a biographical afterword.
Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea – Jules Verne<br>Pride and Prejudice- Jane Austen<br>The Count of Monte Cristo- Alexandre Dumas<br>Treasure Island- Robert Louis Stevenson<br>Heart of Darkness- Joseph Conrad<br>Jane Eyre- Charlotte Bronte<br>Wuthering Heights- Emily Bronte<br>The Island of Doctor Moreau- H. G. Wells<br>Oliver Twist- Charles Dickens<br>The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn- Mark Twain<br>The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes- Sir Arthur Conan Doyle<br>War and Peace- Leo Tolstoy<br>Great Expectations- Charles Dickens<br>Les Misérables- Victor Hugo<br>The Odyssey- Homer<br>Little Women- Louisa May Alcott<br>Alice's Adventures in Wonderland- Lewis Carroll<br>The Picture of Dorian Gray- Oscar Wilde<br>Moby Dick; or The Whale- Herman Melville<br>Don Quixote- Miguel de Cervantes Saavedra<br>Ulysses- James Joyce<br>A Tale of Two Cities- Charles Dickens<br>The Call of the Wild- Jack London
A Christmas and New Year's Story. Though totally unlike any of Dickens' Christmas stories of former years, this is by no means inferior to the best of them. It may not be so highly imaginative as the first of his productions of the kind, but it evinces even greater depth. Cunningly interwoven with the main plot of 'A House To Let' are three stories. The story of 'The Manchester Marriage,' contains two or three unexaggerated sketches of character. one of them, that of Mr. Openshaw, as new to fiction as it is true to life. To what artist we are indebted for the sketch few readers can fail to discover. It is entirely worthy of her reputation. We have a foil to its pathos in the humors of a showman, whose dwarf went into society with eleven thousand pounds won in a lottery, and came out of society again with as much knowledge of life as that sum purchased. In delicate and simple verse there is a story told—in verse that might be read aloud by cottage firesides, and come home to all hearts in the fireside circle—of a woman's heart first sacrificing and then sacrificed, but ever pure and true.
This is a high quality book of the original classic edition. <p> This is a freshly published edition of this culturally important work, which is now, at last, again available to you. <p> Enjoy this classic work. These few paragraphs distill the contents and give you a quick look inside: <p>
If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet?s Father died before the play began, there would be nothing more remarkable in his taking a stroll at night, in an easterly wind, upon his own ramparts, than there would be in any other middle-aged gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot?say Saint Paul?s Churchyard for instance?literally to astonish his son?s weak mind.
<p>....But I am sure I have always thought of Christmas time, when it has come round?apart from the veneration due to its sacred name and origin, if anything belonging to it can be apart from that?as a good time; a kind, forgiving, charitable, pleasant time; the only time I know of, in the long calendar of the year, when men and women seem by one consent to open their shut-up hearts freely, and to think of people below them as if they really were fellow-passengers to the grave, and not another race of creatures bound on other journeys.
<p>....The office was closed in a twinkling, and the clerk, with the long ends of his white comforter dangling below his waist (for he boasted no great-coat), went down a slide on Cornhill, at the end of a lane of boys, twenty times, in honour of its being Christmas Eve, and then ran home to Camden Town as hard as he could pelt, to play at blindman?s-buff.
<p>....They were a gloomy suite of rooms, in a lowering pile of building up a yard, where it had so little business to be, that one could scarcely help fancying it must have run there when it was a young house, playing at hide-and-seek with other houses, and forgotten the way out again.
<p>....For as its belt sparkled and glittered now in one part and now in another, and what was light one instant, at another time was dark, so the figure itself fluctuated in its distinctness: being now a thing with one arm, now with one leg, now with twenty legs, now a pair of legs without a head, now a head without a body: of which dissolving parts, no outline would be visible in the dense gloom wherein they melted away.