A friend found this on a book swap table in my office, and when I expressed interest she handed it over to me. It was a short, sweet, afternoon read. Nora Ephron wrote a lot of award winning screenplays and books, most notably, one of my favorite movies: When Harry Met Sally. The observational every day humor she uses in the movies comes through in her short essays. The last few chapters clearly point to the fact that she knew she was dying, so finishing the book leaves a little lump. Her humor addressed aging, technology and memory and parts left me laughing out loud.
Ms Ehpron died this past summer of pneumonia brought on by leukemia with which she was diagnosed in 2006.
Fun side note from wikipedia: Nora was married for a few years to Carl Bernstein of Watergate fame. She always knew who deep throat was and would tell anyone who asked. No one believed her.
Good airplane read or rainy day on the porch. I remember Nora Ephron.