After reading a selection from a draft of my Deceptively Delicious dinner party story, my professor said he’d photocopy parts of Nora Ephron’s “I Feel Bad About My Neck” because some of it reminded him of it. (Or something like that…perhaps I toot my own horn a bit too much.)
And…sure enough: in her chapter entitled, “Serial Monogamy,” Ephron writes about her first cookbook (The Gourmet Cookbook) and all the ones that followed, touching on dinner parties and appliances and marriages…and, well, even though I couldn’t *entirely* identify with ALL of it…I liked it. And it made me feel like maybe someday *I* will be able to write something like that. Maybe not the a “When Harry Met Sally,” but something. And *that* is heartening.