Description: "Witty. . . . sharp . . . . readily accessible to all . . . . [Ephron] is as funny as ever . . . . What is so refreshing about Ephron is that she doesn't take herself too seriously . . . . [She has] a knack for finding the significant in the mundane, and for making readers feel like they've been welcomed into [her] inner circle of friends to share lipsticks and life's licks. [Her] best lines probably get read aloud as often as 'Goodnight Moon.'" Newsday Sunday "Before Nora Ephron became a Hollywood maven with her screenplays for movies such as 'Sleepless in Seattle,' 'Heartburn,' 'You've Got Mail,' and 'When Harry Met Sally', she was a wickedly witty and astute writer of essays and articles. Ephron returns to her print roots with a new collection of essays reflecting the perspective of an agingbut still crackling sharpcultural scribe." Boston Globe "I Feel Bad About My Neck is . . . long-overdue . . . . [T]hese essays . . . [are] executed with overall sharpness and panache . . . . [Nora Ephron] retains an uncanny ability to sound like your best friend, whoever you are . . . . Some things don't change. It's good to know that Ms. Ephron's wry, knowing X-ray vision is one of them." Janet Maslin, New York Times "In her latest book of essays . . . [Ephron] is as funny and poignant as ever. This time around she rails against aging ('Oh, the necks . . . '), decides adolescence is for parents and reveals her non-affair with JFK." Ms. Magazine "By the time Nora Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck comes out, in August, you'll be feeling the heator maybe just a hot flashin which case her reflections on looking at your saggy, baggy neck in the mirror (she advises squinting) . . . will be just the cool comfort you need. Use this wryly romantic book as a guide to musing about mortality, or just curling up in your empty nest." O: Oprah magazine "[S]parkling . . . [T]his collection is . . . a thoughtful concession to pre- and post-menopausal women (who else is there?) . . . who 'can't read a word on the pill bottle,'follow a thought to a conclusion, or remember the thought after not being able to read the pill bottle . . . . [R]efreshing . . . witty . . . delightful . . . . While signs of mortality proliferate, Ephron offers a rebuttal of consequence: an intelligent, alert, entertaining perspective that does not take itself too seriously. (If you can't laugh, after all, you are already, technically speaking, dead.)" Tony Bentley, Publishers Weekly, signature review "A disparate assortment of sharp and funny pieces revealing the private anguishes, quirks and passions of a woman on the brink of senior citizenhood. Ephron . . . . explores the woes of aging with honestyhair-coloring and Botox are standard treatments, as is getting a mustache waxbut maintaining a 60-plus body is only her starting point. Ephron includes breezy accounts of her culinary misadventures, her search for the perfect cabbage strudel and her dissatisfaction with women's purses. An essay on her love affair and eventual disenchantment with the Apthorp apartment building on Manhattan's West Side deftly captures both the changes in New York City and in her own life . . . " Kirkus Reviews

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