The Picture of Dorian Gray

In the gilded drawing rooms of late-Victorian London, a young man of extraordinary beauty sits for a portrait that will change everything. When Dorian Gray glimpses his own perfect likeness on the canvas, he makes a wish so reckless, so seductively simple, that he barely notices the moment his soul shifts beneath him. What follows is a slow, glittering descent. Under the spell of the magnetic Lord Henry Wotton – a man who can make sin sound like philosophy and ruin sound like wit – Dorian sets out to taste everything life will offer him. Pleasure. Power. The thrill of being adored. And as the years pass without leaving a single mark on his face, the portrait hidden upstairs begins to keep a different kind of record. Oscar Wilde's only novel is a wicked, beautiful thing – part Gothic fable, part drawing-room comedy sharpened to a knife's edge, part moral reckoning that refuses to behave itself. It scandalised Victorian England on publication and has been quietly unsettling readers ever since. A book about vanity, desire, and the price of getting exactly what you wished for. Just don't look too long in the mirror afterwards.