Nora Ephron speaks to me in ways that make me laugh out loud while I read.
Normally, I don't review books. It holds true for most books, especially ones I haven't yet finished, like this one. However, this is one book I think will become a favorite.
She speaks of ordinary things we, as women, all go through. From the black hole we call a purse to hiding the wattle we call a neck, she keeps me entertained without schtick, but with a humor only known to the likes of Erma Bombeck.
My recommendation is to borrow (or purchase) this book immediately. You will love it, and it will make you doubly sorry for her loss.