It seems trite, prosaic, beaten to death to use the word ‘delightful’ when referring to a Nora Ephron memoir. Yet how could it be anything but delightful?
I Remember Nothing, written in 2010, just two years before Ephron died from leukemia at a young 71 years old. We love her movies and their romantically nice storylines but I relate most to Ephron because she’s not *so* nice. She’s straight-forward and doesn’t allow injustices to slip by without comment. She made her way in a man’s world of journalism when women were never expected to rise beyond limited roles in the newsroom. I love her tenacity.
While reviewing her many opportunities and experiences she recalls how little she actually recalls. I have never felt more sure of a concept in my life! “On some level, my life has been wasted on me.” Yes, yes, yes, I wrote in the margins. There are numerous times in my own life when I’ve been given the chance to travel to interesting places and meet interesting people but so often what I remember most is what I was thinking about at the time of the encounter. Did I wear the right shoes? Is it going to be weird if I ask for no onions? I hope I have time to relax back at the hotel this evening. And of course the ever present thought: I wonder when we’ll break for lunch?
Perhaps most recognizable are the moments when “no one was moving so in some strange and inexplicable way, I felt responsible”, standing up to go find management. Why am I always hoping to recognize another enneagram 8 female in the heroic women I read about? Perhaps their success somehow validates my bossy tendencies surrounded by ‘tiny control issues’ as Anne Lamott would say. (heehee)
Discussing her work-life, female friendships, divorce, aging…this is an unputdownable book. She is engaging and restrained and while her life story is vastly different than my own, her universal life stages are thoroughly relatable.
I am glad to put another finished Ephron book in my pile of favorites.
Now maybe a little ‘Julie and Julia’ this evening to top off a perfect read.
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It seems trite, prosaic, beaten to death to use the word ‘delightful’ when referring to a Nora Ephron memoir. Yet how could it be anything but delightful?I Remember Nothing, written in 2010, just two years before Ephron died from leukemia at a young 71 years old. We love her movies and their romantically nice storylines but I relate most to Ephron because she’s not *so* nice. She’s straight-forward and doesn’t allow injustices to slip by without comment. She made her way in a man’s world of journalism when women were never expected to rise beyond limited roles in the newsroom. I love her tenacity.While reviewing her many opportunities and experiences she recalls how little she actually recalls. I have never felt more sure of a concept in my life! “On some level, my life has been wasted on me.” Yes, yes, yes, I wrote in the margins. There are numerous times in my own life when I’ve been given the chance to travel to interesting places and meet interesting people but so often what I remember most is what I was thinking about at the time of the encounter. Did I wear the right shoes? Is it going to be weird if I ask for no onions? I hope I have time to relax back at the hotel this evening. And of course the ever present thought: I wonder when we’ll break for lunch?Perhaps most recognizable are the moments when “no one was moving so in some strange and inexplicable way, I felt responsible”, standing up to go find management. Why am I always hoping to recognize another enneagram 8 female in the heroic women I read about? Perhaps their success somehow validates my bossy tendencies surrounded by ‘tiny control issues’ as Anne Lamott would say. (heehee)Discussing her work-life, female friendships, divorce, aging…this is an unputdownable book. She is engaging and restrained and while her life story is vastly different than my own, her universal life stages are thoroughly relatable.I am glad to put another finished Ephron book in my pile of favorites.Now maybe a little ‘Julie and Julia’ this evening to top off a perfect read.
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It seems trite, prosaic, beaten to death to use the word ‘delightful’ when referring to a Nora Ephron memoir. Yet how could it be anything but delightful?
I Remember Nothing, written in 2010, just two years before Ephron died from leukemia at a young 71 years old. We love her movies and their romantically nice storylines but I relate most to Ephron because she’s not *so* nice. She’s straight-forward and doesn’t allow injustices to slip by without comment. She made her way in a man’s world of journalism when women were never expected to rise beyond limited roles in the newsroom. I love her tenacity.
While reviewing her many opportunities and experiences she recalls how little she actually recalls. I have never felt more sure of a concept in my life! “On some level, my life has been wasted on me.” Yes, yes, yes, I wrote in the margins. There are numerous times in my own life when I’ve been given the chance to travel to interesting places and meet interesting people but so often what I remember most is what I was thinking about at the time of the encounter. Did I wear the right shoes? Is it going to be weird if I ask for no onions? I hope I have time to relax back at the hotel this evening. And of course the ever present thought: I wonder when we’ll break for lunch?
Perhaps most recognizable are the moments when “no one was moving so in some strange and inexplicable way, I felt responsible”, standing up to go find management. Why am I always hoping to recognize another enneagram 8 female in the heroic women I read about? Perhaps their success somehow validates my bossy tendencies surrounded by ‘tiny control issues’ as Anne Lamott would say. (heehee)
Discussing her work-life, female friendships, divorce, aging…this is an unputdownable book. She is engaging and restrained and while her life story is vastly different than my own, her universal life stages are thoroughly relatable.
I am glad to put another finished Ephron book in my pile of favorites.
Now maybe a little ‘Julie and Julia’ this evening to top off a perfect read.
I Remember Nothing, written in 2010, just two years before Ephron died from leukemia at a young 71 years old. We love her movies and their romantically nice storylines but I relate most to Ephron because she’s not *so* nice. She’s straight-forward and doesn’t allow injustices to slip by without comment. She made her way in a man’s world of journalism when women were never expected to rise beyond limited roles in the newsroom. I love her tenacity.
While reviewing her many opportunities and experiences she recalls how little she actually recalls. I have never felt more sure of a concept in my life! “On some level, my life has been wasted on me.” Yes, yes, yes, I wrote in the margins. There are numerous times in my own life when I’ve been given the chance to travel to interesting places and meet interesting people but so often what I remember most is what I was thinking about at the time of the encounter. Did I wear the right shoes? Is it going to be weird if I ask for no onions? I hope I have time to relax back at the hotel this evening. And of course the ever present thought: I wonder when we’ll break for lunch?
Perhaps most recognizable are the moments when “no one was moving so in some strange and inexplicable way, I felt responsible”, standing up to go find management. Why am I always hoping to recognize another enneagram 8 female in the heroic women I read about? Perhaps their success somehow validates my bossy tendencies surrounded by ‘tiny control issues’ as Anne Lamott would say. (heehee)
Discussing her work-life, female friendships, divorce, aging…this is an unputdownable book. She is engaging and restrained and while her life story is vastly different than my own, her universal life stages are thoroughly relatable.
I am glad to put another finished Ephron book in my pile of favorites.
Now maybe a little ‘Julie and Julia’ this evening to top off a perfect read.
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Reviewed in the United States on July 6, 2012
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