One of the amusing essays in the collection is Ephron’s description of her internship at President Kennedy’s office. – which was slightly too expensive - but love doesn’t have to be rational. She described the irrational love-affair she had with her apartment. She felt free to complain about the time it took to maintain her appearance as she grew older. Nora Ephron was witty self-deprecating New Yorker and a writer, first and foremost. Imagine the sort of essays that Carrie Bradshaw would write if she were a bit older and slightly less obsessed with men. I’ve yet to read Heartburn, but based on how much I enjoyed this book, I probably will. It was only then that I took notice of I Feel Bad About My Neck somewhere in the autobiography section of a Waterstones – and not for another year did I get my own copy. But I wasn’t very aware she was a writer, till a friend of mine started gushing about Heartburn. I mean, I would get some sort of picture if you described her as “the screenwriter who wrote When Harry Met Sally“. I will admit, to my shame, that I’ve not really heard of Nora Ephron before. It is a collection of Nora Ephron’s personal essays, just the sort of length so that one can read it in a single afternoon. I devoured this book in one gulp as I would a box of chocolates.
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