84, Charing Cross Road. I fell in love with it the first time I read it. That was in 1986, and I’ve probably read it 50 times since. Short but powerful, this book tells the story not of two people who love each other but rather of two people who share a love for books. From the first time you experience Helene’s sharp American wit in response to Frank’s British formality, you’ll be hooked. I like to indulge myself and think that there’s a little bit of her in me. This book contributed greatly to my wanderlust, and the first time I went to London, I went straight to 84 Charing Cross Road. The book shop is no longer there, but its ghosts live in the second-hand book shops that still dot the road.