Two months ago, I met Delia Ephron behind the curtain at the Book Expo autographing area. I must admit, she’s one of my idols. My kids have snorted oatmeal out of their noses laughing at her book Aunt Delia’s Manners Quiz. And I have seen every Nora/Delia Ephron movie a thousand times. Okay, I’m exaggerating. Two thousand times.
She was standing there, practically alone, with only her publicist to protect her. I swallowed my nerve and sauntered over, heart beating wildly in my chest, and introduced myself. She was kind and gracious, and we chatted for a few minutes before her signing. The moment before I left, I gathered up all my courage and said, “Ijustwroteabookcalled15minutesof shameaboutadatingexpertwhofindsoutherhusbandischeating…” gasping for air, “could I send it to you?”
She smiled at me and said, “That sounds like a movie.”
More beautiful words have never been uttered. My book. Sounds like a movie. As declared by one of the greatest writers of smart, funny, relevant chick flicks to have ever walked the earth. Sleepless in Seattle! You’ve Got Mail! Bewitched! For the rest of the week I imagined my book on the big screen, gliding down the red carpet arm-in-arm with my new best friends Nora and Delia Ephron. Or frankly, fetching them lattes and jelly donuts as they hammer my little novel into a movie.
The thing about good movies and good books is that they can give us hope, help us see the future, make us believe our dreams can come true. And for a just a brief moment, this book opened a window to one of my wildest dreams.
Ms. Ephron, I’m ready for my close-up.