Up for discussion:
Lord of The Flies by William Golding
The boy with fair hair lowered himself down the last few feet of rock and began to pick his way toward the lagoon.
Of Mice and Men by John Steinbeck
A few miles south of Soledad, the Salinas River drops in close to the hillside bank and runs deep and green.
The Stranger by Albert Camus
MOTHER died today. Or, maybe, yesterday; I can’t be sure. The telegram from the Home says: YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY. Which leaves the matter doubtful; it could have been yesterday.
Catcher in the rye by J.D. Salinger
If you really want to hear about it, the first thing you'll probably want to know is where I was born, an what my lousy childhood was like, and how my parents were occupied and all before they had me, and all that David Copperfield kind of crap, but I don't feel like going into it, if you want to know the truth.
Slaughterhouse five by Kurt Vonnegut
ALL THIS HAPPENED, more or less. The war parts, anyway, are pretty much true.