I realised a couple of months ago that I'd never read any of Nora Ephron's work, so hunted down this book (surprisingly hard to get hold of). It's a collection of essays on being a woman, her life in New York, divorce, children, death, and, yes, her neck.

It's thoroughly entertaining and a great book for now in that it doesn't require long periods of intense concentration.

Hardback

Good condition.