After the forced march through Mornings on Horseback, it was easy to spend a brief amount of time breezing through Nora Ephron’s reflections more on aging than being a woman, as the extended title would have us think (the complete book title is I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman).
That said, while I could relate to many of her thoughts, was amused by others, I found many to be rather … depressing, especially knowing she died a few years later.
Still, you can read this book in two or so hours, and I felt it definitely worth that amount of time, maybe even more, especially if you’re a fan of Ephron (When Harry Met Sally is one of my favorite movies).