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Eveline 2022-04-08 08:01:02
Film reviews and sentiments
If you happen to pass by 84 Charing Cross and give me a kiss, I owe it a lot
The first time I knew this sentence was in the one-way calendar of my brother's birthday in high school. At that time, I just liked this kind of melancholy and literary words very simply.
Now I really understand the story...
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Libby 2022-04-10 09:01:09
Someday I will go looking for the England of English literature like you
Please, write and tell me about London. I live for the day when I step off the boat-train and feel its dirty sidewalks under my feet. I want to walk uo Berkley Square and down Wimple Street and stand in St.Paul's where John Donne preached. And sit on the step where Elizabeth sat on when she refused...
Mercedes Ruehl
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Enid 2022-04-22 07:01:58
Life is a process of reading and writing. Reading is for learning, and writing is for recording. Only books can witness eternal life.
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Krystal 2022-04-19 09:03:17
One of the most moving parts was the part when all the staff of the bookstore sent Helen a book for the first time. In the first half so far, I was able to concentrate on watching, but the second half was a bit unbearable. It seems that many people attribute the relationship in the middle to love. Anyway, I don't think so, but the heroine's personality is very distinct, which is a bit unexpected to 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.
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Maxine Stuart: The shelves go on forever. They go up to the ceiling and they're very old and kind of gray - like old oak that absorbed so much dust over the years they no longer are their true color. There's a print selection - or rather a long print table with Cruikshank, Rackham, and Spy and all those old wonderful English caricaturists and illustrators that I'm not smart enough to know a lot about. And there are some lovely old. old illustrated magazines.
