Who was reading: A comely young lass in a sea-green pea coat, with waves of light brown hair cascading around her shoulders. (Can you tell I'm fixated on the ocean today?)
So far, Fey's lighthearted memoir, has gotten a heckuva lot more press love than most celebrity bios. But then Fey is more literate than most stars.
Wrote the New York Times: "It’s a spiky blend of humor, introspection, critical thinking and Nora Ephron-isms for a new generation."
And Splitsider provided some intriguing insights into the books contents: "Tellingly, Fey’s proudest professional moments are the ones in which she acts as the engine for collaboration. . . . Fey’s fascination with personalities, like her interest in putting women more in the forefront at SNL and balancing the 30 Rock writing staff with "four Harvard nerds, four performers-turned writers, two regular nerds, and two dirtbags" is not part of some abstract sociological exercise. It’s a management technique to aggresively make something as funny as possible."
What's with those photoshoppy forearms on the cover? "They're Alec Baldwin's feet." said Fey in an interview.
Of course then USA Today had to go and be a total buzzkill, pointing out that they actually belong to an unnamed model. Perchance the book's designer? That sort of thing has been known to happen, although I don't know any designers with such meaty meat-hooks.