I began reading Helene Hanff's book, 84 Charing Cross Road, earlier this year. It had been sitting on my bookshelf for quite some time, gathering dust, and to be completely honest, I actually don't even know how it got there. I only wish it hadn't taken me quite so long to pick up.
What a character she was! I was entertained by her, her writings, her thoughts, her antics, the whole way through, and I can only imagine that delight each of her letters bestowed upon its recipient across the Atlantic. I tend to shy away from books where characters, storylines and personalities are developing in letters because I find them to be too stop-start. There is often a lack of flow in this style and it annoys me. But 84 Charing Cross Road was quite different. And there was no stop start... instead I started, read through to the end, then stopped! I simply couldn't put this tribute to a real friendship, that had evolved via penpal correspondence, down.
However, I then came across a dilemma, because I hadn't realised 84 Charing Cross Road was only half the book. Upon getting to the end of the story, I was only halfway through and The Duchess of Bloomsbury confronted me. Would this count as a second book, or were they simply two stories in the one novel? I put them both aside for a while, but it wasn't long before I wanted to be intertwined in - and entertained by - the life of Helene again.

And to complete the trifecta, I then watched the movie, 84 Charing Cross Road, starring a very young Anthony Hopkins, Judy Dench and Anne Bancroft. Superb!
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