Nora Ephron is back with this slim, delightful volume of short essays about what it's like to be a modern woman, particularly a woman "of a certain age." No odes to Jimmy Choos and Birkin bags here. No long boozy discourses on unattainable men while drinking cosmopolitans. On the contrary, Ephron spends a great deal of time discussing the very real frustrations of being a modern woman. She's not one to suffer gladly from "purse envy": In the aptly titled "I Hate My Purse" she warns: "If you're one of those women who think there's something great about purses, don't even bother reading this because there will be nothing here for you." She details a recent trip to Paris with a friend whose mission it was to obtain a vintage Kelly Bag, which she did, only to sit for hours at a café because she didn't want to get her new bag wet in the rain. All that money and fuss for something that loose Tic Tacs will litter the bottom of, the author muses

I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman