Recommendation: The perfect travel book for women and men (as long as you can put your macho crap aside and read about some lotions or purses without having your poor little boy brain explode). It’s fun, funny, addicting, and short, exactly what you want to read on a vacation.
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I Feel Bad About My Neck is one of the late Nora Ephron’s most praised works, and I completely understand why. The woman is unacceptably hilarious. This particular collection of essays/thoughts deals with the many confusing aspects of being a woman. From the difficulty of finding the perfect purse (which, apparently, is nearly impossible and a never-ending search), to the perpetual shifting of cooking interests, all the way to the unpleasant appearance of middle-aged necks, Ephron relays the realities of aging womanhood in a constantly entertaining and self-deprecating fashion.
I think this might be the funniest book I’ve ever read. For whatever reason, I’ve never found books to be side-splittingly funny. Entertaining, yes. Humorous, sure. But never fully hilarious the way a good Louis C.K. joke is. But, Mrs. Ephron, she’s teaching me how to laugh. She’s a generation ahead of me, talking almost exclusively to a different gender, and I was still rolling around slapping the ground making absurd noises that somewhat resemble laughter and having my dogs peer at me with utter confusion.
This book really is short, so I don’t have that many things to say about it. It’s hilarious. You need to read it, regardless of your gender. It’s hilarious. You’re missing out if you don’t read it. It’s hilarious. Nora Ephron is a boss. Oh, and did I mention it’s hilarious?? Ordinarily, this is where I would qualify my recommendation with something like “if you don’t like sarcasm, this isn’t the book for you,” but really this book is for you. You’d have to have your funny bone surgically removed from your arm-brain not to like this book. And hopefully that hasn’t happened, because that’d be a big ole bummer.