Yesterday would have been Nora Ephron’s 74th birthday :)
On the drive home from Palm Springs, David and I listened to I Feel Bad about My Neck. There’s so many gems in her writing, but I really loved when she talked about the rapture of getting lost in a book:
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
Wore my favorite turtleneck and scarf today in her honor. Happy birthday, Nora Ephron!
PS-How fun would it be to spend an afternoon with Tom Hanks and Nora Ephron, people watching and eavesdropping? I’m picturing the scene in You’ve Got Mail, where Joe and Kathleen sit on the bench admiring their farmers market finds and he fake guesses the meaning behind the 152 in NY 152. Except, instead of Meg Ryan, it’s Nora Ephron and they’re just people watching and commenting, and I’m sitting in the middle listening to their banter. Delightful.