"Nora Ephron, 65 years old in "I Feel Bad About My Neck," pokes fun at her own eccentricities and finds herself writing about 'lunch with my girlfriends-I got that far into the sentence and caught myself. I suppose I mean my women friends. We are no longer girls and have not been for forty years.' But ["I Feel Bad About My Neck" is a] girlfriend book, and in the best way. . . . Ephron, who is a great wit, has made a career out of women's body anxieties. The magazine piece that made her famous in the 1970s, 'A Few Words about Breasts, ' is a long "kvetch" about her flat chest . . . Now, though, Ephron "kvetches" about her wrinkled neck, the one part of a woman's aging body that can't be resurfaced. She and the ladies who lunch with her all wear scarves or turtlenecks to hide their 'shame.' . . . Ephron [is] unfailingly clever and often pokes fun at our preoccupations while sharing them. . . . "I Feel Bad About My Neck" has everything I want in an entertaining read: a breezy pace, wry musings, copious doses of gossip, humor, and new information. . . . Ephron produces perfect vignettes. . . . [When I finished "I Feel Bad About My Neck," I] felt the 'rapture' that Ephron says you feel on completing a great book. . . . [Books] have always been faithful pals, and [this one is] among the best. . . . [Get] your friends of a certain age together, rent "Silkwood" (which I think is Ephron's best film), read [her book] together, and argue and laugh and cry. That's my prescription."
-Emily Toth, "Women's Review of Books "
"The subtitle to this book of autobiographical essays by the pithy, witty Ephron-'and other thoughts on being a woman'-says it all. Chapters include brilliant, biting essays on such things as wrinkly necks, bad handbags, and being a parent. You'll laugh out loud at her spot-on observations, but there's something wonderfully poignant about Ephron's list of things worth knowing, and how to live out one's life feeling satisfied. A heartwarming little booshow more