Have not been able to put Diane Keaton's memoir Then Again down since I purchased on the way home from the airport Sunday.
I won't go on and on about how awesome it is. The book has certainly gotten enough good press to trump anything I could say about it here.
What I will say is this. After reading about and reviewing images of Keaton's mother's precious handwritten journals and pasted collages over the past few days, I was suddenly okay to have left my iPad at home. Holding an actual book felt pretty cool.
(images courtesy ew and the citrus report)