You’ve Got Neck Cream

I did something yesterday. I read a book.

Not like a chapter of a book or a hundred pages of a book – I read a whole book, start to finish.

Typically I like to savor my books a bit more than that, but this one was short: Nora Ephron’s I Feel Bad About my Neck and Other Thoughts on Being a Woman. (Matt had bought it for me on one of his recent work trips, in part, because Nora Ephron wrote and directed my all-time-favorite movie, You’ve Got Mail, but mostly because I’d recently asked him to order me some neck cream from Amazon.) It took me all of about five hours to read – and that was with doing two loads of laundry, taking a break to go pick up dinner, walking a pug several times, and Googling pictures of Nora’s New York City apartment.

While reading, I also had a brief Facebook Messenger conversation about Suzanne Rindell’s The Other Typist, a book I had gushed about on Facebook a couple weeks ago. And that’s when I started thinking… instead of always writing about writing, maybe people would rather read about my reading… 

IFBAMNAOTOBAW started off a little slow…. Despite now owning my very own jar of neck cream, I didn’t care so much for the chapters about wrinkles and waxing, but I LOVED the chapter about her Apthorp apartment and the “rapture” she experienced when reading a good book. She wrote about the books she read as a child, and that led me to Googling images of some of my favorite books from growing up: The Friends4-Ever series, The Girls of Canby Hall, R.L. Stine, a book I’ve been trying to find for years that had a picture of a girl in a cheerleading outfit and her leg in a cast on the front cover…

Tara Winfield / Writer, Reader, Realtor / 4851 Tamiami Trail N. / Suite 258 / Naples, FL 34103