I’ve not read anything by Nora Ephron before, but of course, like so many people my age, I’m well acquainted with her films. When Harry Met Sally was one of my favourite movies back in the 90s (my nerdy teen self even had the soundtrack—on cassette) and there’s a lovely essay in I Remember Nothing that references that film in particular. This collection of short essays and anecdotes by Ephron deals with humor and pathos around the subject of aging, and being old. It was especially poignant reading them, knowing that she passed away just two years after it was published.