computer technology develops, e-books cannot replace paper books.
Because it is held in the hand, the touch of turning the pages is impossible to achieve with a cold electronic screen.
Appreciating Helene's paranoid love for antique books in the movie,
holding the old book, full of awe of its original owner, reading with joy to read the chapters that the original owner has read many times because of her love, and sharing that kind of beauty.
I had the same experience in the library.
The blue highlighter under the cover of "Baggio's Autobiography" wrote --- Baggio, the eternal male god. The gorgeous and elegant English is like the delicate and charming arc at the foot of the melancholy prince.
The flattened purple lavender that fell in Pride and Prejudice seemed to me picked from the misty pastures of North Derbyshire in the book.
In addition, Helene's awe and love for books led her, as NEW YORKER, to have a good story with a bookstore in the British peninsula and its employees.
After the war, the British economy was depressed, and the New World flourished.
On one side, top hat-wearing Republican and Conservative politicians tepidly pulled votes, and on the other side, Yankees and Dodgers fans were arguing about the game in front of the TV in the window.
However, detached from all background differences, this group of lovely people has been communicating by letters.
The content of the letters is not only the book list, but also the trivial life and the taste that you want to share.
And of course gift wrapping for the holidays.
On and off, this unmasked friendship lasted for decades through letters.
But the ultimate enemy is the pace of time moving forward, aging, and death...
When the friends on the other end of the letter go to the end of their lives one after another, the bookstore will eventually go to ruin, and finally, stop procrastinating, pull out the old picture album, step on on the journey.
In the end, when Helene walked into the dusty old bookstore site and
saw the letters scattered on the ground that fell out of the evacuated drawers,
Helene's response was not to burst into tears, but to laugh detachedly, "here i am, frank, i finally made it."
This friendship has already surpassed the barriers of the world, and it does not mean life or death.
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