`The world of McKenzie's Friend is an unsettling place, half nightmare, half reality, funny but also terrifying. And Harry Fielding, the narrator, is a gem. World-weary and clueless, knowing and blind, he's the perfect escort through this memorable and very accomplished book: Roddy Doyle

'Graham Greene's masterpiece.' John Updike

During a vicious persecution of the clergy in Mexico, a worldly priest, the 'whisky priest', is on the run. With the police closing in, his routes of escape are being shut off, his chances getting fewer. But compassion and humanity force him along the road to his des- tiny, reluctant to abandon those who need him, and those he cares for.

`As comical, satirical, atmospherical an "entertainment" as he has given us: Daily Telegraph

Mr Wormold, vacuum cleaner salesman in a city of powercuts, is, as always, short of money. His daughter, sixteen, followed everywhere by wolf whistles, is spending his money with a skill that amazes him, so when a mysterious Englishman offers him an extra income he's tempted. All he has to do is run agents, file reports, spy. But his fake reports have an alarming tendency to come true, and the web of lies he weaves around him starts to get more and more tangled.

Harry MacDonald had seen plenty of skulls - arsing about with some poor sod or other's skull is what pays Harry's rent - but until the day of his official thirty-ninth birthday (actually, Harry was knocking on forty), which was also the day he met Shnade again, he had never noticed the shape of his own skull-to-be; and until the night of that same day, he had never seen a living skull being crunched deliberately, wetly inwards.
Perhaps it all happened because Harry had got lost in his work for too long. Or perhaps because Shnade had got lost doing nothing for too long. Or perhaps because all of us, Harry and Shnade included, are lost full stop. She's not really Shnade, of course. Shnade was what we heard, and is what we called her, and is what she will be, to me any rate, for as long as I have.
When Shnade swung round, I saw her dress flick along with the movement of her hips and brush Harry's thigh. It was a light, small, flimsy dress of reddish cotton; she wore it over some kind of black, shiny, strappy, swimsuitish thing. You could see this big tattoo of a lizard that ran right from her shoulder to her wrist. And you could tell that when her dress swished across the thigh of Harry's jeans, it felt to him like it was made of chain-mail. And I think, looking back, we all knew, right then, that Harry was fucked.

'The Ripley books are marvellously, insanely readable' The Times

When a troubled young American runaway arrives on Tom Ripley's French estate, he is drawn into a world he thought he'd left behind, the seedy underworld of Berlin and kidnapping plots, lies and deception. Ripley becomes the boy's protector as friendship develops between the young man with a guilty conscience and the older one with no conscience at all.

Five distinctly different lives are unexpectedly caught up in a frightening net of affection and fear, maternal and romantic love. The novel shows how families pull together, form themselves anew, and fly apart at the seams.

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What if, by a stroke of fortune, you had the chance to start afresh and wipe away that catastrophic blunder in your past? How far would you go to establish that you were not to blame? When an accident robs Hazel of three years of memory, just such an opportunity is granted to Jonathan.

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`The sex, the drugs, the heartache, the dodgy discos and the sunburn An amusing yet tender look at the strange things people get up to when the sun comes out ...A summer sizzler.' Mirror

Fat Pasternak the party animal and his mates are on holiday for beer and sex. Shaun and Hilary are hoping that time in the sun will breathe some life into their dead marriage. Whatever the reasons they've gone for, whatever the preconceptions they might have had, things aren't quite what they expected, from dodgy apartments to falling in love...