In January 1969, American writer Helene Hanff Hailian lives in New York. She loves English literature, but 20 years ago, when she was young, her income was limited and she could not buy books in large quantities. She had to read several classic works in her hand repeatedly to satisfy her curiosity. By chance, she came across an ad in a magazine for a second-hand bookstore in England with books she hadn't been able to find anywhere in New York. So she managed to get in touch with Frank, the owner of the bookstore, and kept a correspondence. Slowly, the buyer-seller relationship turned into a personal exchange, in which they expressed literary views in letters, commented on literary works, and later exchanged their living conditions. Frank's letter is restrained, while Heleni's letter is straightforward and humorous. Heleni is determined to meet Frank in London, but the financial constraints make it difficult for her to do so. She finally fulfilled her promise, but it was too late: the bookstore closed immediately after Frank's death and was facing an auction.
84 Charing Cross Road movie plot
2022-04-08 08:01
Extended Reading
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Kianna 2022-04-14 09:01:07
Anne Bancroft is like Joseph, the second young lady of the March family, a poor writer obsessed with books, with a colorful voice and lovely movements. The blandness and pretentiousness that she felt when reading the book are gone, her behavior is so unrestrained, such a person has such a friendship. In the live TV broadcast of the Queen's coronation, I saw Margaret standing behind her for an Easter egg.
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Brandy 2022-04-19 09:03:17
The film has everything I like about the form, but it doesn't impress me. Fiction is the perfect way of expressing all the emotional stories that are about to end, not movies.
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Helene Hanff: I love used books that open to the page a previous owner read oftenest. When Hazlitt came, he opened to, "I hate to read new books." And I hollered, "Comrade!" to whoever owned it before me.
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Maxine Stuart: It's a lovely old shop, straight out of Dickens. You would go absolutely out of your mind over it. There are stalls outside and I stopped to leaf through a few things just to establish myself as a browser before wandering in. It's dim inside. You can smell the shop before you see it. It's a lovely smell. I can't articulate it easily, but it combines must and dust and age and walls of wood and floors of wood. Toward the back of the shop, at the left, there's a desk with a work lamp on it. A man was sitting there with a Hogarth nose.