From Beijing to Seattle, I began to add this book to the list, but after many years of reading, this is really not because of procrastination, but a room full of books, this one seems so small.
It's a small book, but it crosses the river of time and the gap between distance, tying two people in London and New York.
The author is also a reader of Helene. Hanf saw an advertisement for a used bookstore and wrote a letter to the Marx and Cohen bookstore at 84 Charing Cross Street, hoping to buy her favorite book.
Frank is old-fashioned and serious, Helene is playful and cute, Frank is in London, England, And Hanf is in New York, USA, an advertisement opens the exchange of letters between them, and the love of books closely connects them.
The book Helen wanted, Frank could always search for it with all his might, and Frank's old-fashionedness became lively in Helen's lovely letters. A different emotion gradually flowed between them.
During the British War, materials were scarce and Helen was poor, but she was much better than the bookstore, so she spared no effort to use her savings to fund the bookstore owner and all the clerks, and they slowly established a friendship across time and space.
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She said she never read a book that no one else had read. She loves old books, those that many people have savored, and there are traces of former readers.
I still remember going to the library when I was in school, and countless books quietly stopped in their places, waiting for us to read.
Once, I got a book and was reading it, and found a small note inside, what was written on it has been remembered, perhaps unwilling to write on the book because the library book itself did not dare to draw at will, so I wrote a small note, I think this must be a careful and book-loving person, so I also wrote my own ideas under the small note.
Since then, every time I arrive at the library, I always worry about whether I will encounter the next such surprise.
In the letter, she also said that the books received should be carefully treasured, and even the slightest damage would make her feel very sad.
For people who love books, I am afraid that I am very empathetic. I remember once, lending my beloved book to my classmates to read, I accidentally found that my classmates placed the books randomly in the corner of the table, and the corners of the books were wrinkled, so I cried out in my heart, how can I treat a good book like this.
Reaching out to retrieve the book, carefully stored, the classmates also blamed when they found it, took it away and did not say anything, they had not finished reading it. But for people who love books, they would rather have a fight than let their books be wronged.
Helen had repeatedly planned to visit these friends in London and the bookstore she had imagined, but for various reasons shelved.
Later, she could no longer receive Frank's letters, and the last letter she sent was discovered before being told that Frank was dead and that the bookstore was no longer the same bookstore as before.
Until the end, she could not go to London to see the friend who had been through letters for many years, and her heart was regretful. Frank didn't end up meeting this long-awaited confidant, probably full of regret.
The letters were collated by Helene and published the book 84 Charing Cross Street, a book about old books, a book about friendship, and a book about love and warmth.
Helen said that once communication becomes too efficient, there is no longer a need to look at each other, and some feelings will quickly depreciate without being detected.
Isn't that what we are in now? In the past, the carriages and horses were very slow, the letters were very slow, everything was slow, but the emotions were also full.
She says she likes the process of having to be calm and patient because it can't be conveyed immediately, and the words are written. We may like it now, but the fast pace has overwhelmed us, and such careful expression is hard to find.