I have just finished Helen Hanff's '84 Charing Cross Road' in one greedy sitting (luckily my edition also contains 'The Duchess of Bloomsbury Street' so I'll have something to devour at lunch tomorrow). It is the kind of book that makes me think in the voice of a proper speaking British person (the kind who had a BBC accent before the BBC even existed). At first I thought I was just enjoying the letters, but when a sad part unexpectedly turned up I found myself a bit teary and realised the book had made itself a little home under my skin.
It's delicious, that's all there is too say. The perfect book for a nosy person like me who loves other people's conversational letters and the perfect book for anyone starved of a good book loving circle of acquaintances (see acquaintances Frank Doel's voice is invading my brain). I must see the film (and keep reminding myself I must read Peyps' 'Diaries' and 'The Diary of a Provincial Lady').
Would anyone else like to enthuse with me about this book?
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It's delicious, that's all there is too say. The perfect book for a nosy person like me who loves other people's conversational letters and the perfect book for anyone starved of a good book loving circle of acquaintances (see acquaintances Frank Doel's voice is invading my brain). I must see the film (and keep reminding myself I must read Peyps' 'Diaries' and 'The Diary of a Provincial Lady').
Would anyone else like to enthuse with me about this book?
Other Reviews
Of Books and Bicycles
The Zen Leaf
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