Reading this book is kind of like when you finish a bottle of shampoo and a bottle of conditioner at the same time; it’s one of those things that doesn’t happen often but when it does you have to sit there and think to yourself, boy am I lucky that happened to ME. The amount of blue tabs that are peaking out from in between my pages could give the number of tourists pouring out of Notting Hill Gate a run for their money. Through every interview the imagery was as vivid as it was capturing, as long as my book was open I could be found anywhere from a recording studio to a dentist office (and you better believe anywhere in between).
This scratched an itch; was that itch potentially caused by needing a trip back to this magical place? That is quite possible, but I digress. The author very seamlessly embeds media into the text by mentioning films, music, and events, all while maintaining the narrative that Portobello Road is (and always will be) the heart of the community. Believe it or not I even found a connection between this community and my own (who doesn’t love a good White Stripes moment??). You get more than you bargain for with this one, in all the best ways. Whatever happens to the Portobello Road neighbourhood, I think it’s beautiful that so much of its life and spirit have been so well preserved in this book. Julian Mash, this is a love letter I feel grateful to have read.