84, Charing Cross Road

20 years of snail mail between Helene, a writer in New York and Frank, a bookshop dealer in London. I read this book in a day and I was happy to finish it. There was some charm in their correspondence, but I found it very repetitive at times, especially after the 15th thank you letter sent to Helene in response to her gift of a parcel of food.

I also found that she was quite bossy and rude at times, and that Frank always kept good manner despite all of it.

I was choked to hear Helene's reaction to Megan's decision to move to South Africa: “WILL YOU TELL MEGAN WELLS SHE IS OUT OF HER COTTONPICKING MIND? If she's that bored with civilization why doesn't she just move to a siberian salt mine?”

In the end, I think it will be a book quickly forgotten.