Jewett Sarah: 63 books

This 1881 collection of eight stories and sketches, inspired by Jewett’s rambles about her home town of South Berwick, Maine and the surrounding countryside, showcases the author’s affinity for detail. Among the works included are “River Driftwood,” “From a Mournful Villager,” “An Autumn Holiday,” “An October Ride,” and “A Winter Drive.”

Published in 1879, the stories collected in Old Friends and New are written with Jewett’s keen insight and gentle humor, and offer a vivid display of her genius as a writer. Her poignant depictions of elderly women as seen through the eyes of the young, is a theme that runs prominently through the...

This charming novel, set on a southwestern Maine island amid the salt marshes, focuses on the conflict between two young suitors—one from the city and one from the country—who fall in love with the same farmer’s daughter. A pleasant romance, A Marsh Island is also brimming with evocative descriptions of the landscape’s rugged beauty, for which Jewett is renowned.       

In this lovely collection of short stories and sketches, published in 1895, Jewett once again shows her mastery in crafting authentic, poignant portrayals of regular New England folk. Stories such as, “The Tale of Nancy,” “A War Debt,” and “The Only Rose” tenderly and cleverly reveal much about human nature.

This holiday, we are offering to you our own Christmas box - filled up to the top with the best Christmas novels, classics to read during holidays, magical Christmas tales, legends, most famous carols and the unique poetry of the giants of literature dedicated to this one and only holiday: The Gift...

A follow-up to the earlier novel for younger readers, Betty Leicester, this charming holiday tale visits our young heroine as she returns to London with mixed feelings. Though she missed her adopted city when staying with relatives in a quaint coastal town in New England, after her return to the U.K.,...

Eh bien, il va falloir se faire une raison : l’Américain-type, ça n’existe pas ! Tant pis pour la belle ordonnance des idées toutes faites ; d’un Américain à l’autre, le caractère, les mœurs, la stature même diffèrent. Bien sûr il existe, chez tous les habitants du Nouveau Monde,...

The title piece of this collection follows the story of a man who is so disgruntled with his neighbors that he moves his family to a remote island off the coast of Maine, vowing to live with his wife and daughter in isolation. Though he fulfills his vow, his wife and daughter are unhappy with this lonely...

For a great many years it had been understood in Longfield that Miss Horatia Dane once had a lover, and that he had been lost at sea. By little and little, in one way and another, her acquaintances had found out or made up the whole story; and Miss Dane stood in the position, not of an unmarried woman...

In the title story, a young girl—out walking with her only friend, a cow named Mistress Moolly—finds the nest of a rare bird. When a handsome young hunter passes by, she must decide whether or not to reveal the nest to him. Other charming, luminous stories of New England village life include “The Gray Man,” “Farmer Finch,” “Marsh Rosemary,” “The Dulham Ladies,” and more.

This lively collection of stories for and about children was originally published in 1878. The tales are both clever and charming and are filled with a simple humor that today’s children are sure to appreciate. The selections include “Nancy’s Doll,” “The Best China Saucer,” “The Kitten’s Ghost,” and “The Shipwrecked Buttons.”

Fifteen-year-old Betty spends a summer with her aunts in Tideshead, Massachusetts, while her father, a naturalist, travels to Alaska.

There was once a story-book girl named Betty Leicester, who lived in a small square book bound in scarlet and white. I, who know her better than any one else does, and who know my way about Tideshead, the story-book town, as well as she did, and who have not only made many a visit to her Aunt Barbara...

TWO persons sat at a small breakfast-table near an open window, high up in Young's Hotel in Boston. It was a pleasant June morning, just after eight o'clock, and they could see the white clouds blowing over; but the gray walls of the Court House were just opposite, so that one cannot say much of their...