Other the standard rom-com plot problems with Notting Hill, like two strangers falling in love, the biggest hole in this movie is Hugh Grant's job as the owner of a travel book store. I suppose it's endearing, but really it just makes no sense. His inventory would need to be restocked constantly. And who would even frequent this shop? In travel books, you want information, not obscurity. And the best can be just as easily acquired at any independently owned shop as from Hugh Grant's character's specialty store. Yes, I realize this movie came out in 1999. I'm just saying.