A broadly funny relationship romp from the not-so-distant past.

I laughed aloud many times because Ephron is a great comedic talent. I certainly cheered for her Rachel when she threw that pie and finally decided to leave the jerk. But the decades since Ephron wrote this one have made calling someone a Chiquita Banana or a Taco pretty offensive. And the descriptions of the domestic staff would never work in the 21st century. Some of the time-tied references bring nostalgic memory - like the over-use of kiwi to make every meal a little “exotic.” As someone with a mother Ephron’s age, I was quickly transported to empathy for my mother during her divorce from my father that also took place in that era when women were really expected to be Everything and heterosexual gender parity just meant that she cooked, cleaned and parented before and after work. The era’s slowness — years in psychoanalysis, tv viewing dependent upon what your local stations offered, long lunches, and journalism as a career that could sustain families — I ate that up as I recalled the 20th century pace of things.

Wonderful and unique storytelling but definitely dated in respect to feminism today. The ending won’t necessarily piss you off, but you won’t be satisfied.

This is one of those not-for-everyone books. I think it just clicks for you, or it doesn't. For me, it did. I like the main character, and love her storytelling. She's pregnant. Her husband is in love with another woman who runs in their social circle. She talks about everything and even throws in a few recipes. Everything is told with a spark and often a bit of snark. It kept me interested.

I am 14 years old and this book inspired me immensely, it just comes to show how inpirational Nora is. I wish to thank her, although, she is no longer with us I feel as if she lives through her books. I will carry her legacy thourout my life.

Laughed or almost cried on every page. Sad she is gone.