① 推薦幾本好看的全英文小說
建議最好不要看英漢雙譯的 因為很可能看著看著就跑去看中文了 這點我深有體回會…… = =
可以試著答讀一下暮光之城 難度沒有太大 情節好文筆也很好 只是不知道你能不能堅持 如果堅持看完了英語會上一個階梯。
另外 傲慢與偏見 歐·亨利的短篇小說集也都很好。 望採納。
② 有什麼英文雜志，或短篇小說好看
瘋狂英語。。。雜志。。。不是李陽的
主要是美國主流雜志《Business Week》、《News Week》、《Reader』s Digest》、《Time》、《Fortune》、《Forbes》等。現在，我讀過的《Business Week》、《News Week》已經能摞成一疊了。
如《Business Week》、《News Week》、《Time》、《Fortune》；《Reader』s Digest》小書
③ 能否介紹幾部英文短篇小說
英文劇本要不要？？？
http://www.twiztv.com/scripts/thelword/
④ 誰有好看的英文短篇愛情小說
英文原版小說可以到大家論壇看一下，另外，短篇小說名家O Henry的作品集英文版也可以找到。
讀書還是建議讀經典的作品，如果能讀原著盡量不要讀翻譯版的。
⑤ 有哪些好看的短篇英文小說
《了不起復的蓋茨比》
作者制簡介：弗·司各特·菲茨傑拉德，美國小說家，年輕時試寫過劇本。1920年出版了長篇小說《人間天堂》，從此出了名，小說出版後他與澤爾達結婚。1925年《了不起的蓋茨比》問世，奠定了他在現代美國文學史上的地位，成了20年代「爵士時代」的發言人和「迷惘的一代」的代表作家之一。
內容簡介：20世紀20年代的美國，空氣里彌漫著歡歌與縱飲的氣息。一個偶然的機會，窮職員尼克闖人了揮金如土的大富翁蓋茨比隱秘的世界，驚訝地發現，他內心惟一的牽絆竟是河對岸那盞小小的綠燈——-燈影婆娑中，住著他心愛的黛西。然而，冰冷的現實容不下飄渺的夢，到頭來，蓋茨比心中的女神只不過是凡塵俗世的物質女郎。當一切真相大白，蓋茨比的悲劇人生亦如煙花般，璀璨只是一瞬，幻滅才是永恆。
推薦理由：一闋華麗的「爵士時代」的輓歌，在菲茨傑拉德筆下，如詩如夢，在美國當代文學史上留下了墨色濃重的印痕。20世紀末，美國學術界權威在百年英語文學長河中選出一百部最優秀的小說，《了不起的蓋茨比》高居第二位，傲然躋身當代經典行列。
⑥ 有哪些好看的英文短篇小說
羊脂球，湯姆索亞歷險記，包法利夫人。
⑦ 推薦簡單英文小說
·抄Aesop's Fables
·Black Beauty·
·Alice's Adventures in Wonderland
·The Chronicles of Narnia·Charlotte's Web ·
這幾部都比較好看哈，前面的是童話和寓言，一般能讀懂哈~！
⑧ 有哪些好看的短篇英文小說
世界三大短篇小說之王
莫泊桑、契訶夫和歐~亨利
莫泊桑（Maupassant1850～1893）19世紀後半期法國優秀的批判現實主義作家。年僅43年生命歷程竟創作了6部長篇小說和356多篇中短篇小說，莫泊桑短篇小說布局結構精巧合理。典型細節選用真實可信、敘事抒情的手法如行雲流水，充分體現了這種的文學傳統。莫泊桑的最出色的短篇代表作是《羊脂球》。《項鏈》、《我的叔叔於勒》；其作品在我國影響很大，近幾年來，一直被作為中學生必課的文學作品.
歐~亨利（1862～1910）善於描寫美國社會尤其是紐約百姓的生活。他的作品構思新穎，語言詼諧，結局常常出人意外；歐~亨利一生創作了270多個短篇小說和一部長篇小說，還有數量很少的詩歌他頗善情節設計，處處留下玄機，結局常常以出人意料出外而收場。讀後使人不禁使人豁然開朗，拍案叫絕,被稱為"歐~亨利式結尾".又因描寫了眾多的人物，富於生活情趣，被譽為「美國生活的幽默網路全書」.黑色幽默,「含淚水的微笑」。代表作有《愛的犧牲》、《警察與贊美詩》、《帶傢具出租的房間》、《麥琪的禮物》、《最後一片葉子》等.
契訶夫（1860-1904）他常以十九世界俄國社會中所常見的凡人小事為素材，用語言簡練、諷刺尖刻筆觸描寫小人物和知識分子兩類人的命運。代表作有《小職員之死》《變色龍》。《套中人》等。契河夫是19世紀末俄國偉大的劇作家和短篇小說家，俄國現實主義文學流派的傑出代表
其他的有:
茨威格短篇小說集
馬克.吐溫短篇小說集
竊賊(阿·康帕尼爾)
情書(岩井俊二)
永遠佔有(格雷厄姆·格林)
化石街(島田莊司)
棋逢對手(西瑞爾·哈爾)
首領(卡拉維洛夫)
熱愛生命(傑克·倫敦)
螞蟻 (博里斯·維昂)
蠢豬 (馬萊巴)
品酒 (羅·達爾)
打不碎的雞蛋 (馬萊巴)
勞駕，快點！(圖戈依)
品酒 (羅·達爾)
⑨ 推薦一些英文短篇小說
相信你會喜歡這篇短小的小說的。
Appointment With Love －－By Sulamith Ish-Kishor
Six minutes to six, said the great round clock over the information booth in Grand Central Station. The tall young Army lieutenant who had just come from the direction of the tracks lifted his sunburned face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time. His heart was pounding with a beat that shocked him because he could not control it. In six minutes, he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 months, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the information booth, just beyond the ring of people besieging the clerks...
Lieutenant Blandford remembered one night in particular, the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of Zeros. He had seen the grinning face of one of the enemy pilots.
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle, he had received her answer: "Of course you fear...all brave men do. Didn't King David know fear? That's why he wrote the 23rd Psalm. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: 'Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for Thou art with me.'" And he had remembered; he had heard her imagined voice, and it had renewed his strength and skill.
Now he was going to hear her real voice. Four minutes to six. His face grew sharp.
Under the immense, starred roof, people were walking fast, like threads of color being woven into a gray web. A girl passed close to him, and Lieutenant Blandford started. She was wearing a red flower in her suit lapel, but it was a crimson sweet pea, not the little red rose they had agreed upon. Besides, this girl was too young, about 18, whereas Hollis Meynell had frankly told him she was 30. "Well, what of it?" he had answered. "I'm 32." He was 29.
His mind went back to that book - the book the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of the hundreds of Army library books sent to the Florida training camp. Of Human Bondage, it was; and throughout the book were notes in a woman's writing. He had always hated that writing-in habit, but these remarks were different. He had never believed that a woman could see into a man's heart so tenderly, so understandingly. Her name was on the bookplate: Hollis Meynell. He had got hold of a New York City telephone book and found her address. He had written, she had answered. Next day he had been shipped out, but they had gone on writing.
For 13 months, she had faithfully replied, and more than replied. When his letters did not arrive she wrote anyway, and now he believed he loved her, and she loved him.
But she had refused all his pleas to send him her photograph. That seemed rather bad, of course. But she had explained: "If your feeling for me has any reality, any honest basis, what I look like won't matter. Suppose I'm beautiful. I'd always be haunted by the feeling that you had been taking a chance on just that, and that kind of love would disgust me. Suppose I'm plain (and you must admit that this is more likely). Then I'd always fear that you were going on writing to me only because you were lonely and had no one else. No, don't ask for my picture. When you come to New York, you shall see me and then you shall make your decision. Remember, both of us are free to stop or to go on after that - whichever we choose..."
One minute to six - Lieutenant Blandford's heart leaped higher than his plane had ever done.
A young woman was coming toward him. Her figure was long and slim; her blond hair lay back in curls from her delicate ears. Her eyes were blue as flowers, her lips and chin had a gentle firmness. In her pale green suit, she was like springtime come alive.
He started toward her, entirely forgetting to notice that she was wearing no rose, and as he moved, a small, provocative smile curved her lips.
"Going my way, soldier?" she murmured.
Uncontrollably, he made one step closer to her. Then he saw Hollis Meynell.
She was standing almost directly behind the girl, a woman well past 40, her graying hair tucked under a worn hat. She was more than plump; her thick-ankled feet were thrust into low-heeled shoes. But she wore a red rose in the rumpled lapel of her brown coat.
The girl in the green suit was walking quickly away.
Blandford felt as though he were being split in two, so keen was his desire to follow the girl, yet so deep was his longing for the woman whose spirit had truly companioned and upheld his own; and there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; he could see that now. Her gray eyes had a warm, kindly twinkle.
Lieutenant Blandford did not hesitate. His fingers gripped the small worn, blue leather of Of Human Bondage, which was to identify him to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even rarer than love - a friendship for which he had been and must ever be grateful.
He squared his broad shoulders, saluted and held the book out toward the woman, although even while he spoke he felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment.
"I'm Lieutenant John Blandford, and you - you are Miss Meynell. I'm so glad you could meet me. May...may I take you to dinner?"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile. "I don't know what this is all about, son," she answered. "That young lady in the green suit - the one who just went by - begged me to wear this rose on my coat. And she said that if you asked me to go out with you, I should tell you that she's waiting for you in that big restaurant across the street. She said it was some kind of a test. I've got two boys with Uncle Sam myself, so I didn't mind to oblige you."
⑩ 希望給幾本好看的英文小說，要短篇的，也希望順便給資源
克魯蘇神話系列，《克蘇魯的呼喚》，覆蓋印斯茅斯的陰影，超越時光之影 ，瘋狂山脈 ，
愛倫坡恐怖小說系列。