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Informationen zum Autor Judith Viorst is the author of the beloved Alexander and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day, which has sold some four million copies; the Lulu books, including Lulu and the Brontosaurus; the New York Times bestseller Necessary Losses; four musicals; and poetry for children and adults. Her most recent books of poetry include What Are You Glad About? What Are You Mad About? and Nearing Ninety. She lives in Washington, DC. Klappentext For the next decade, a baby-boomer will turn 50 every seven seconds. What would they do without the wit and wisdom of Judith Viorst's classic exploration of that delicate time in life? 24 line drawings. Chapter 1 You Say You Want to Know How Old I Am? I don't mind telling my age. I honestly don't mind telling my age. But why are you asking? I don't pretend I'm still young. I don't expect to be thought of as young. So why are you asking? I never lie about age. It's undignified to lie about age. But why are you asking? We're only as old as we feel. You know we're only as old as we feel. So why are you asking? I'm told I look good for my age. I'm often told I look good for my age. Now why are you asking? No, I'm not ashamed of my age. And if you insist, I'll tell you my age. You're what? Still asking? You Say You Want to Know How the Children Are Doing? Shawn teaches wind-surfing. Dawn is a certified midwife. Kim has converted from atheist to Bahai. Justin has finally fallen in love with a practically perfect person, Except he's a guy. Holly quit teaching first grade to go into arbitrage. Keith runs a health club and Kyle's a computer whiz. Robin, who's on her second divorce and fourth therapist, feels that she's starting To learn who she is. Brandon has dropped out of medical school to write screenplays. Josh has abjured material wealth to do good. Kirsten and Stacy and Maya and Tracy have opted for partnership track Over motherhood. Andrea is a professional acupuncturist. Damian's making a killing in real estate. Tara has already given birth to Rebecca and Joseph and Jacob, And plans to have eight. Kevin has given up socks and acquired two earrings. Devon has given up sweets and eats nothing impure. And so, if you want to know how the children are doing, The answer is, We're not exactly sure. Wild Thing I went for a walk in the sun without wearing my sunscreen. I went out of town without making a reservation. I placed my mouth directly upon a public drinking fountain, and took a sip. I didn't bother flossing my teeth before bedtime. I pumped my own gasoline at a self-service station. I ate the deviled egg instead of the cauliflower with low-fat yoghurt dip. I bought, without reading Consumer Reports, a new dryer. I left my checking account unreconciled. I know that the consequences could be dire, But sometimes a woman simply has to run wild. Exercising Options I've been told that the vigorous moving-about of my body Could discourage all ills from loose flesh to a heart attack. But there isn't a fitness routine That strikes me as anything less than obscene, so I float on my back. I respect those brave ladies who're burning their flab off with Fonda. They still wear bikinis. I long ago switched to a sack. But my horror of thickening thighs Is surpassed by my horror of exercise, so I float on my back. I admire all those stalwarts out jogging in blizzards and heat waves But if I want torture, I'd just as soon head for the rack. Let my upper arms droop, I aspire To no exertion...
