Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Except for the final chapter Considering the Alternative , Ephron spends a lot of time writing about superficial aspects of growing older the skin on her neck, her disorganized purse, her worsening eyesight that make her seem shallow and self-absorbed. . While I did enjoy the book, I know I was not target audience. Ephron's semi tongue-in-cheek description of her maintainance regime includes regular coloring sessions at the hairdresser followed by bi-weekly blowouts, frequent manicures and pedicures, a rigorous exercise schedule, constant dieting, botox injections, bath oils, and endless containers of expensive lotions for specific parts of the body hands, face, feet, etc. As proven by her many successful movies and humor pieces, Ephron is always good for an amusing line, a wry smile, and sometimes a grin of recognition as she homes in on one of our own dubious obsessions. Ephron tackles some of the more uncomfortable topics that plague aging women but does them with such sass and spunk that I couldn't help but laugh out loud on several occasions.
Busy is the rare entertainer whose impressive arsenal of talents as an actress is equally matched by her storytelling ability, sense of humor, and sharp observations about life, love, and motherhood. In this little book, she turns the spotlight back on herself. None of these confrontations with mortality is arcane, all are universal, and people of either sex can relate to them. This time is necessary for searching and sorting links. Oprah Winfrey would make an interesting piñata for a writer who combines feminist insight, financial acumen and character analysis, but a couple of the pieces in this book were written for Ms. She's always good for an amusing line, a wry smile, and sometimes an abashed grin of recognition as she homes in on one of our own dubious obsessions. She begins with a long discourse on the pain-in-the-neck-ness of having to dye her hair to illiminate gray I am at least 10% gray and not in the least bit upset or willing to do a thing about it , the ins and outs of purchasing expensive handbags never, ever crossed my mind , getting weekly manicures the last manicure I got was paid for by my mother on the morning of my wedding , and the like.
I tell her what my husband has done to me. All in all, this funny book offers the pleasures of recognition; in an anxious world, her epigrams have a serious, consoling utility. I'm sure the print version was entertaining as well, but I hig It's unavoidable, we are all growing old. The woman who brought us When Harry Met Sally. If you are the publisher or author of this book and feel that the reviews shown do not properly reflect the range of media opinion now available, please with the mainstream media reviews that you would like to see added. And when he had an affair it wasn't just with any old woman, but with the wife of the British ambassador to the United States. But mostly she speaks frankly and uproariously about life as a woman of a certain age.
Conveniently, there was a box of them by the front door. Her finely honed wit is as fresh as ever. Kennedy Bill Clinton Other essays mention Ephron's discomfort with aging, her numerous marriages, her kids, her career, her celebrity neighbors, and her sadness when her best friend became ill and died. I'd recommend it to readers who want an entertaining light read. Poser is unlike any other book about yoga you will read—because it is actually a book about life. The essays on aging were amusing, but not particularly funny or fresh.
The actual Ephron is praised by friends as smart, a perfect housekeeper, much prettier than the person she began depicting inWallflower at the Orgy, her essays from the Seventies, a wonderful cook, etc. We regularly check this is a fully automatic process the availability of servers, the links to which we offer you. I grabbed this book off the shelf in the library and sat behind my son as he played some cartoony anatomy game wherein he places organs in the correct spot on a very happy looking skeleton even though I have noted several key organs are simply not there. Reading gives me something to tal I've finished another book. But her dermatologist tells her there's no quick fix for that. There were numerous wise and funny lines throughout that had me constantly rewinding. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it's a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it's a way of making contact with someone else's imagination after a day that's all too real.
Perhaps others find this charming, I don't particularly. Have a good laugh in honor of one classy woman. I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron I like Nora. That's why I was a bit disappointed by this collection of essays, loosely tied around the topic of aging. Of all the ways to be funny, self-deprecation is more endearing than satire. I Feel Bad About My Neck has been on my physical bookshelves for years.
Filled with insights and observations that instantly ring true - and could have come only from Nora Ephron - I Remember Nothing is a pure delight. Or, at least, where it went. That's why I was a bit disappointed by this collection of essays, loosely tied around the topic of aging. It was like eating a day-old doughnut -- still tasty, but probably not worth all the calories. She was witty and charming, and her humor was nice and dry, just the way I like it. Although one can try and lessen the effects, or try and deny that aging exists, the truth is that one cannot stop life.
It did have a certain charm though and she is obviously a proficient writer, hence the two stars. With blithe charm, Ephron exposes all the vain ploys that sheand wewould rather not admit we use to stave off another telltale wrinkle or gray hair. But mostly she speaks frankly and uproariously about life as a woman of a certain age. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Iako je tekst na koricama obećavao kako će Norin humor da razoruža čitaoca i da će postojati momenti kada će se čitaoci smejati na sav glas - ti momenti su kod mene izostali. And as self absorbed as I can be, as much as I think the world is looking and noticing my every new wrinkle, I grew tired of Ephron's endless lamenting about all things physical and material in her life.
Where books written for seniors are apt to be full of unconvincing cheer, Ephron's charming book of self-questioning, confession, and resolve faces the reality that she's sixty-five, dyes her hair, and is not happy about her neck, her purse, her failure at ambitious exercise programs, and other personal failures shared by many of us. In this little book, she turns the spotlight back on herself. Despite the melancholy tone of this collection, the book has many laugh-out-loud moments. Here's the thing, I would've never listened to this book if it weren't for the fact that years ago I gifted it to someone in those last few moments of Christmas-oh-shit-I-forgot-to-buy-that-person-a-gift hysteria. But you should see my teeth. A lot has changed since Ms. Her voice trails off at the ends of some sentences, and I had to reel back and turn up the volume to catch some key phrases.
I think that's her true reading speed, but her voice was slowed down to disguise that this book is extremely short. I did not think it was particularly funny. We are no longer girls and have not been for forty years. Ephron chronicles her life, but mostly she speaks frankly and uproariously about life as a woman of a certain age. She recounts with passion some of her favorite foods and her experiences in the culinary world but how that was all just a phase in her life, and how her train wreck marriages that ended in divorce made her a better person even if they were rather unpleasant. This is aging lite—but that might be the answer. This alongside would provide a good balanced tone.