In 1942, with a black-market chicken tucked under his arm by his mother, Leo Marks left his father's famous bookshop, 84 Charing Cross Road, and went off to fig
Heartless. Conceited. Shallow.Three simple words to describe me. I had everything a girl could ask for, yet nothing I truly needed.I'd made peace with who I was
In 1942, Leo Marks left his father's famous bookshop, 84 Charing Cross Road, and went off to fight the war. He was twenty-two. Soon recognized as a cryptographe