The best-selling author of BRINGING UP B B investigates life in her forties, and wonders whether her mind will ever catch up with her face.
A witty dispatch from the front lines of the forties, There Are No Grown-ups is a (midlife) Coming-Of-Age story, and a book for anyone trying to find their place in the world..
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. - You know that it\'s ok if you don\'t like jazz. - You realize that everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently. - You don\'t want to be with the cool people anymore; you want to be with your people. - Your parents have stopped trying to change you. - You become impatient while scrolling down to your year of birth. - There\'s at least one sport your doctor forbids you to play. - You can no longer wear anything ironically. - You\'re matter-of-fact about chin hair. - Everyone you meet looks a little bit familiar.
What are the modern forties, 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...
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.
Yet forty isn\'t even technically middle-aged anymore.
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.
The best-selling author of BRINGING UP B B investigates life in her forties, and wonders whether her mind will ever catch up with her face
