Nora Ephron On Reading (and everything else that's important)

How does one discover that Nora Ephron was, and is, the queen of pretty much everything?

Perhaps it starts on a lonely evening, when one craves one of those classic romantic comedies that alone have that special power of cheering one up at any given moment. I have to admit I was hugely behind on this education. The first time I saw When Harry Met Sally... was when an American friend of mine forced her will on a small group of us and put it on to play on my laptop, propped on the tiny student dorm room desk.

I'm sad to say we were all baffled by it and soon rebelled against her will, forcing her to turn it off.

Years later (specifically, this year) I came back to it, by now having found out about its cult standing, not to mention that it was written by the one and only Nora Ephron, along with films so dear to my heart, such as Bewitched (controversial), You've Got Mail and Julie & Julia.

By now, I've also read Heartburn, in turns hilarious, heartbreaking and educational - I've learned the ultimate secret to mashed potatoes, for example (cutting cubes of butter into it as you go, spooning it from the bowl in bed), and other life lessons.

And so we come to I Feel Bad About My Neck, a short collection of writings from Ephron that take on topics such as wrinkles, parenting, ageing, beauty regimes and falling in love. Oh, and crucially, reading.

Observation power

If you've seen any of her films, you instinctively have a familiarity with the tone of voice of her writing too. Nora has eyes on the back of her head and all over her body, in fact: she sees and points out things we, ordinary people, might disregard or take no notice of or perhaps are just lazy to point out. It's a personal victory to read her thoughts on women's handbags - finally someone gets it! "In a modern world, your arms have to be free. ... That's one of many reasons why you don't see the guys-with-purses trend catching on." It's a shame that she didn't settle with the backpack solution, like yours truly, though clearly she had a preoccupation with fashion that I, fortunately, don't have or have to have.

I still hold true that the way she writes about food makes you want to drop everything and rush to the kitchen with an armful of fresh herbs, quail's eggs and with a rock-solid determination to make hollandaise sauce from scratch. Her words make food come alive, and as she writes about her imaginary conversations with food mentors, of Julia Child's 'nicer and more forgiving' directions than 'sterner and more meticulous' Michael Field's, you can't help but start your own imaginary conversations with Nora.

But the essay that spoke to me the most, of course, is On Rapture, which is a brief piece on the joy and pleasures of reading - of getting lost in a book utterly and completely, of its escapism and of surfacing again after a deep plunge into extraordinary worlds and ideas. She talks about remembering sofas and rooms as the setting for each beloved book and all too well I recall my own kingdom of imagination in our first home: my room with blue cupboards, glow-in-the-dark stars and an extremely bouncy bed that I'd have to strip from any bedding each day, to be tucked into the inside compartment and taken out again at the end of the day to remake the bed. I'd lie there engrossed in treasure hunts, cowboy and Indian tales, teenage detectives and a girl with a horse. And I know all too well that most annoying feeling of all, of having to put a book down for such ridiculous reasons as having to go down for dinner or, in more modern times, having to make said dinner.

Timing is everything

I'm so lucky to have picked up this book in my youth, because it is full of advice. I can now avoid Nora's deep regret of not having worn a bikini for the entire year she was twenty-six ("If anyone young is reading this, go, right this minute, put on a bikini, and don't take it off until you're thirty-four.") and I can heed all her points in What I Wish I'd Known - some free tips from her to you include:

• Write everything down.
• You never know.
• You can order more than one dessert.
• There's no point in making piecrust from scratch.

If you want my advice though, get yourself a copy of this book, whatever your age, state of mind or state of your kitchen.

9/10