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I feel bad about my neck, and other thoughts on being a woman, Nora Ephron

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I feel bad about my neck

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Nora Ephron

and other thoughts on being a woman

With her disarming, intimate, completely accessible voice, and dry sense of humor, Nora Ephron shares with us her ups and downs in I Feel Bad About My Neck, a candid, hilarious look at women who are getting older and dealing with the tribulations of maintenance, menopause, empty nests, and life itself. She discusses everythingf̮rom how much she hates her purse to how much time she spends attempting to stop the clock: the hair dye, the treadmill, the lotions and creams that promise to slow the aging process but never do. Oh, and she cant standthe way her neck looks. But her dermatologist tells her theres no quick fix for that. Ephron chronicles her life as an obsessed cook, passionate city dweller, and hapless parent. She recounts her anything-but-glamorous days as a White House intern during the JFK years (I̥ am probably the only young woman who ever worked in the Kennedy White House that the President did not make a pass at)̲ and shares how she fell in and out of love with Bill Clintonf̮rom a distance, of courseBut mostly she speaks frankly and uproariously about life as a woman of a certain age. Utterly courageous, wickedly funny, and unexpectedly moving in its truth telling, I Feel Bad About My Neck is a book of wisdom, advice, and laugh-out-loud moments, a scrumptious, irresistible treat. Ḁ disparate assortment of sharp and funny pieces revealing the private anguishes, quirks and passions of a woman on the brink of senior citizenhood. The honest truth is that it's sad to be over sixty," concludes Nora Ephron in her sparkling new book about aging. With 15 essays in 160 pages, this collection is short, a thoughtful concession to pre- and post-menopausal women (who else is there?), like herself, who "can't read a word on the pill bottle," follow a thought to a conclusion, or remember the thought after not being able to read the pill bottle. Ephron drives the truth home like a nail in your soon-to-be-bought coffin: "Plus, you can't wear a bikini." But just as despair sets in, she admits to using "quite a lot of bath oil... I'm as smooth as silk."

I feel bad about my neck -- I hate my purse -- Serial monogamy : a memoir -- On maintenance -- Blind as a bat -- Parenting in three stages -- Moving on -- Me and JFK : now it can be told -- Me and Bill : the end of love -- Where I live -- The story of my life in 3,500 words or less -- The lost strudel or Le strudel perdu -- On rapture -- What I wish I'd known -- Considering the alternative