It become apparent about 5 pages in that I wasn't the demographic for this book. Ephron talks about sagging necks, plastic surgery and everything else about the aging process. Nevertheless, I continued to read because she also discussed her failed marriages, living in NYC, and food.
I found myself giggling about her views on owning a purse-expensive and they highlight how unorganized we are. I totally agree!
I also discovered cookbook author Lee Bailey because of Ephron, and put one of his books on hold at the library.
Some of Ephron's nuggets of wisdom:
*Keep a journal
*Take more pictures
*There's no point in making pie crust from scratch
*"Oh, how I regret not having worn a bikini for the entire year I was 26. If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don't take it off until you're 34."
*Eat, drink and be merry
*Consider the alternative. It could be worse.
Quick read and her essay on planning her own funeral was eerie.
RIP Nora Ephron
