Nora Ephron’s later works seem to exist so that I have something to read while killing time reselling my old books to the used bookstore. They take about 45 minutes to read, are pleasant but not taxing, and amusing without a ton of investment. They’re ephemeral as a result, and I am only 80% certain that I remember the essays correctly. Like, I just read something about how useless egg white omelets are and that the correct way to make one is to add yolks […]
Same, Nora
I remember nothing by Nora Ephron



