Glad I read this, but glad I read it while waiting to sell back a ton of other books; if I had purchased it the book would’ve ended up in the next resale pile. Nora Ephron writes with her usual humor and cleverness, but this reads like coming across your friend’s diary. It’s warm, and inviting, but in the manner of a broken-in shoe; it’s too familiar to feel like it warrants publication for the most part. It’s interesting enough, but there’s not much of […]
Diary of a wrinkly kid
I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron



