A beloved writer in her 70s faces life's heaviest weather.
Ephron, whose career includes humor, plays, screenplays, and novels, chronicles a series of "left turns, some perilous, some wondrous," that began with the death of her sister Nora in 2012, followed a few years later by the death of her husband of nearly four decades—the man "I'd been looking for…my whole life and he felt the same." Not long after Jerry's death, she heard from Peter. Though they had dated briefly in college, she had no memory of him. “My sensibilities had been so rattled by Jerry’s death,” she writes, “I could feel that young girl banging around inside me, waiting to take me down.” Also a recent widower, Peter turned out to be another perfect match. In fact, their relationship, as depicted in the book, goes so well that you keep waiting for it to crash, right up until they are married in a room at the hospital where Ephron began treatment for the very disease that killed her sister. That particular left turn was especially difficult, and the author decided to have her assistant gather all her emails from 2015 to 2018 so she could tell the entire story. Many readers’ only complaint will be that Ephron includes in full more of those emails than is strictly necessary. Along the way, we get wisdom about writing ("Writers are writers first. Before anything else. It's a calling") and charming insight into the relationship the author had with her superfamous older sister. "I didn’t think the doctors were concerned about me, because they were Nora’s doctors,” she writes. “Also, she was a national treasure—a writer and director, reinventor of the romantic comedy, admired by women everywhere. I was just, well, me."
Even more endearing than you'd think. Older readers will feel cheered by the story—and the fact that she remembers it all.