The second book I managed to knock off during vacation was 84, Charing Cross Road by Helene Hanff, an odd little volume of letters written by a New York City author and a London bookseller who continued to communicate over a twenty-year-period though they never met in the flesh. (Think an Internet relationship with a really long time-lag between connections.)
The book is a quick read and interesting to people like myself who are into books and mid-twentieth century history. Otherwise, I don't really see the attraction.
What's the kid-lit connection? Why am I mentioning it here? Well, folks, Helene Hanff was a scriptwriter who also wrote children's books.
Seriously, I just can't get away from kidlit.