Talk about a fast read. I started Nora Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck on the train this morning and finished it on the way home. It's a breezy collection of humorous, largely autobiographical essays, one of which (The Apartment) I'm pretty sure I read in the New Yorker in the last year.
Thursday, February 15, 2007
Bookshelf
Talk about a fast read. I started Nora Ephron's I Feel Bad About My Neck on the train this morning and finished it on the way home. It's a breezy collection of humorous, largely autobiographical essays, one of which (The Apartment) I'm pretty sure I read in the New Yorker in the last year.
