84 Charing Cross Road

I read a lot on our little jaunt to Portland… but to be fair, they were short, little books…

I picked this one up yesterday morning at the bed and breakfast we were staying in and read it while I was waiting for the proprietor to get breakfast ready. That’s how quick a read it is. It’s a series of letters between Helen Hanff, a New York writer, and a rare/used/antique bookshop in London, England. Their correspondence starts in 1949, and the letters go on for 25 years (or more; I can’t remember and I left the book at the bed and breakfast) until the death of her main corespondent, Frank Doel.

It’s a lovely little book; the letters are funny and sweet, and Helene, Frank and the rest of the “inmates” at the store are just wonderful. I loved the way Helene would talk about the books as if they were real people. There were so many little quotes about books and reading that I wanted to write down. As for the book itself, I couldn’t put it down. I finished it quickly not just because it’s a slim little thing, but also because it’s a captivating book. You come to care about the people — not just Helene and Frank, but Frank’s family, and the other people at the book store — and root for Helene to actually make it to England to meet them. It has a bittersweet ending, but I still loved it immensely.

Now to go find me a copy for my very own.

8 thoughts on “84 Charing Cross Road

  1. I LOVE this book too. My book club read it a couple of years ago, and I had no idea what it was. I picked up a copy at Powell Books while I was in Portland for Thanksgiving and read it on the airplane. Sigh. Thanks for evoking that lovely memory.

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