A few months ago (I know, I'm really behind on some entries), I drew myself a hot bubble bath, set my computer up on the sink across from my giant tub, soaked, and watched 84 Charing Cross Road.
I had never seen it before, but throughout the whole movie, I couldn't help but think how much of a Mom Movie it was. I'm sure she saw it. It's too perfect. A writer. A book-lover. A cross-continental pen pal relationship.
I loved it.