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Ultimate Best Books

Genre: Travel (11 books)

The best classic books from the Travel genre.

On the Road

On the Road

Jack Kerouac

3.4 (15)

I first met Dean not long after my wife and I split up.

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Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance

Robert M. Pirsig

3.67 (3)

I can see by my watch, without taking my hand from the left grip of the cycle, that it is eight-thirty in the morning.

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A Moveable Feast

A Moveable Feast

Ernest Hemingway

3.67 (3)

Then there was the bad weather.

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Three Men in a Boat

Three Men in a Boat

Jerome K. Jerome

3.43 (7)

There were four of us - George, and William Samuel Harris, and myself, and Montmorency.

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Notes from a small island

Notes from a small island

Bill Bryson

3.83 (5)

My first sight of England was on a foggy March night in 1973 when I arrived on the midnight ferry from Calais.

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Hawaii

Hawaii

James A. Michener

5.0 (1)

Millions upon millions of years ago, when the continents were already formed and the principal features of the earth had been decided, there existed, then as now, one aspect of the world that dwarfed all others.

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Down and out in Paris and London

Down and out in Paris and London

George Orwell

4.0 (4)

The Rue du Coq d'Or, Paris, seven in the morning. A succession of furious, choking yells from the street. Madame Monce, who kept the little hotel opposite mine, had come out on to the pavement to address a lodger on the third floor.

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Cider with Rosie

Cider with Rosie

Laurie Lee

4.0 (3)

I was set down from the carrier's cart at the age of three; and there with a sense of bewilderment and terror my life in the village began.

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The Sheltering Sky

The Sheltering Sky

Paul Bowles

4.0 (4)

He awoke, opened his eyes.Si svegliò, aprì gli occhi. La stanza gli diceva poco o niente, profondamente immerso com'era nel non-essere da cui era appena affiorato. Se l'energia di accertare la propria collocazione nel tempo e nello spazio gli mancava, gliene mancava anche il desiderio. Sapeva soltanto di esistere, d'avere attraversato vaste regioni per ritornare dal nulla; c'era, al centro della sua coscienza, la certezza di una tristezza infinita e al tempo stesso rassicurante, perché era la sola ad essergli familiare.

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You Shall Know Our Velocity

You Shall Know Our Velocity

Dave Eggers

3.0 (1)

I was talking to Hand, one of my two best friends, the one still alive, and we were planning to leave.

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