I Feel Bad About My Neck by Nora Ephron

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I feel bad about my neck by Nora Ephron

I thought a clever NF for Non-fiction November would be entertaining. Tragically it didn't exactly work out according to plan.


This was a rehash for me. I originally read 'I Hate My Neck' a while back and felt that it was extremely entertaining. Presently, 16 years after distribution, it simply isn't something similar, it's dated. The book is focused on ladies who are in their middle age years. Perhaps it's that I'm past middle age. Perhaps it's having endure 2+ long stretches of Coronavirus (doing very little of what Ephron calls "support"), however it doesn't appear to me that ladies stress over giving indications of maturing, as they once did.

 Nobody I realize stresses over concealing their silver hair because of a paranoid fear of what others will think or being impeccably styled or what tone is proper to wear at your ongoing age. Albeit sometime in the distant past nail trims and pedicures were no joking matter, because of a greater part of nail salons, nail treatments and pedicures are no more so.


Distributed in 2006, I viewed the book as to some degree entertaining dislike I recollect. Ephron's dry comical inclination and clever bits of knowledge are astute.


An enjoyable memoir by the ones who brought us films like: When Harry Met Sally, Restless in Seattle and You Have Mail. (indeed, these motion pictures are oldies yet as interesting as could be expected). Ephron kicked the bucket in 2012. This book is challenging for me to rate since I recall when I believed that it was extremely amusing. I'm going for a center score of 3 stars.

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