I Feel Bad About My Neck: And Other Thoughts on Being a Woman, by Nora Ephron. I'm a little too young to be reading (listening to) this book, but it's quite amusing nonetheless. Nora Ephron wrote the screenplays -- Sleepless in Seattle, When Harry met Sally, You've Got Mail -- and this book is a collection of essays on being woman and aging. She puts things in perspective, such as, when you neck gets old and wrinkled, there isn't much you can do about it. I didn't know you are supposed to have a winter and a summer purse. But I do know the time consuming task of upkeep and the now ever so popular three hours every six weeks hair torture.
Dean and Me, by Jerry Lewis. It's one of those times that I discover someone I swoon over, and turns out the man is dead. I'm listening to lots of Dean Martin and Frank Sinatra these days, along with Andrea Bocelli (alive and well) and Michael Crawford (alive and well).
The Tipping Point, by Malcolm Gladwell. They only had abridged version for audio book, so one day I might have to check out the full version and read it. Like Freakonomics, it's another social study book written for the lay man. Some interesting points.
Dubliners by James Joyce. San Jose library is hanging onto the audio version of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man (our next book club read) for dear life, so I'm working on a different Joyce book instead.
The Measure of a Man by Sidney Poitier. I can't believe I'll be reading yet another Oprah book club book. If great minds think alike, what does that tell me?
I'm studying the 50 states with Henry. It's taking me a great deal of effort to remember all the state capitals.