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When Pamela Druckerman turns 40, waiters start calling her "Madame", and she detects a disturbing new message in mens' gazes: I would sleep with her, but only if doing so required no effort whatsoever.
Yet 40 isn't even technically middle-aged anymore. And after a lifetime of being clueless, Druckerman can finally grasp the subtext of conversations, maintain (somewhat) healthy relationships and spot narcissists before they ruin her life. What are the modern 40s, and what do we know once we reach them? What makes someone a "grown-up" anyway? And why didn't anyone warn us that we'd get cellulite on our arms? Part frank memoir, part hilarious investigation of daily life, There Are No Grown-Ups diagnoses the in-between decade when...
Everyone you meet looks a little bit familiar.
You're matter-of-fact about chin hair.
You can no longer wear anything ironically.
There's at least one sport your doctor forbids you to play.
You become impatient while scrolling down to your year of birth.
Your parents have stopped trying to change you.
You don't want to be with the cool people anymore; you want to be with your people.
You realize that everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently.
You know that it's OK if you don't like jazz.
Internationally best-selling author and New York Times contributor Pamela Druckerman leads us on a quest for wisdom, self-knowledge, and the right pair of pants. A witty dispatch from the front lines of the 40s, There Are No Grown-ups is a (midlife) coming-of-age story, and an audiobook for anyone trying to find their place in the world.
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By JOSEE on 08-19-18
I would not recommend, very vain author.
Me, myself and I. This author is so self absorbed and vain. She is surprised when people never heard of her. Even when she says she doesn’t know, she is still right. This book is about her life and her personal high opinion of herself.
I would not recommend this book.
By Lindsay S. Nixon on 06-08-18
yawn, dribble dribble b-o-r-i-n-g
It’s possible that I’m the wrong demographic... I loved her book on French parenting, not only because it was insightful, fascinating, and smart, but because it was funny, self-reflective, and hook-line captivating. I loved Pamela's personal memoir bits mixed into the parenting info (in some ways that was my favorite part). I bought this blindly thinking it would be more of THAT (and my god is it not). This 'memoir' is painfully boring. I felt trapped at a cocktail party with someone who I feel forced to be friends with as she tells me all these boring things about her life to try to impress me. I wasn't connecting and quit at 50%-- I didn't know a memoir could be so dull, especially when topics like threesomes are on the table! I quit around 50% when I was bored to tears (I was happier to sit and look at my hands on a plane rather than read/listen 1 more minute)... I have a headache from trying too hard to like this book...
Admittedly I’m not in my 40s, so perhaps that is the problem, though I’ve read and loved novels and memoirs about women in their 40/50/60s (and connected to it...) so I'm not sure. I ended up asking for a refund, which I rarely do.