For no reason whatsoever, that reminds me of another multi-read book, Up The Down Staircase by Bel Kaufman.
And that leads me to Christy by Catherine Marshall.
These aren't necessarily the first books I think of as my important books, but every now and then I see or hear something, and I am reminded of something in one of these books. I carry parts of them with me all them time.
Meanwhile, at home--

Katie's soft underbelly

Katie proves once and for all that she is not a purebred. Our previous (and my first) cat, Zeb, was orange, so I like it that Katie has some orange spots. Here, she is sleeping on Terry's chair in the computer room. When he is here and I am gone, she sits on my chair.
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Hi Cheryl
Thanks for the reminder. I'd forgotten she was in 84, Charing Cross Road.
I actually went to visit the shop at 84, Charing Cross Road in the late 80s. By then, it was a bookshop selling foreign language books.
Unfortunately, I did not take any pictures of the shop then.
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