Shortly after the Second World War, Helene Hanff, a young writer in New York City, sent a request to a used book shop in London and thus began a two decade friendship in letters with an employee of the store, Frank, as well as Frank’s wife, daughter, co-workers and even a neighbour.
I loved the wit and charm of the letters, the take on then-current events, the personal updates, and, of course, all the book talk.
A short volume, but a really lovely read for those days when you have lost all faith in humanity.