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I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman Paperback – April 8, 2008
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About the Author
Nora Ephron was the author of the bestselling I Feel Bad About My Neck as well as Heartburn, Crazy Salad, Wallflower at the Orgy, and Scribble Scribble. She wrote and directed the hit movie Julie & Julia and received Academy Award nominations for Best Original Screenplay for When Harry Met Sally. . ., Silkwood, and Sleepless in Seattle, which she also directed. Her other credits include the script for the stage hit Love, Loss, and What I Wore with Delia Ephron. She died in 2012.
- Item Weight : 6.2 ounces
- Paperback : 137 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0307276821
- ISBN-13 : 978-0307276827
- Dimensions : 7.88 x 5.3 x 0.48 inches
- Publisher : Vintage; Reprint edition (April 8, 2008)
- Language: : English
- Best Sellers Rank: #14,860 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
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This book felt like a rich person complaining about her richness. I know we all complain about where we're at in life, so that's not necessarily unexpected, but this book just felt like a little too much for me. She complained about aging skin, about paying high rent, about relationships, etc. It was supposed to be a comedy, and I did laugh a couple of times, but mostly I just wanted to put it down. The whole book club was disappointed, to be honest.
I'm in my mid 30's and it would probably also have been better for an older, female crowd who is in the same era of life. Maybe that's whom it's intended for anyway?
Given Ephron’s age at the time of writing and that I’m reading it some thirteen plus years later, it is unsurprising that some of the content has dated. In particular, the title piece that laments the state of the older lady’s neck and some of the extremes women will go to when trying to bring back the lustre of youth. This chapter, along with the frankly depressing section ‘On Maintenance’, might contain things some women worry about but not me. Even if I did, I would consider it for my own satisfaction and nothing to do with outside influences or for anyone else to judge.
However, it is worth continuing reading this book for the other far more interesting and enjoyable chapters, in particular, the last one ‘Considering the Alternative’. This was written shortly after a dear friend of Ephron’s had died, and either a short time before or slightly after Ephron’s own diagnosis of leukaemia. Though she lived for six more years, it certainly gave the piece a great deal of gravitas and poignance.
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It's funny and irreverent and written in short chapters on different themes, a bit like listening to a comedienne.
I read this and laughed along throughout, nodding in agreement, and feeling amazed that Nora Ephron got me, so completely. She must have lived her life surrounded by women telling her their problems, stories and annoyances, if I could have I certainly would have! So humorous and relatable, so wise and yet self-deprecating. If I were lucky enough to be her friend I would have told her when I disagreed with her, that wearing black with gray hair doesn't really make you look older or sadder, and that bread in America is actually not so unbelievably delicious compared to in Europe. And I would thank her for her great advice: to write everything down, keep a journal, go see a lawyer and file the papers the minute you decide to get divorced, overtip, to never let them know, and that there are no secrets.
Nora included that advice in 2006 in a piece titled, What I Wish I'd Known article for Harper's, the same year she published I Feel Bad About My Neck, this lovely collection of her work. The last two entries on the list above make me so sad, figuring that she had contracted leukemia by the time she wrote that, and that she lived with that secret that she didn't consider a secret for six years.