There Are No Grown-ups: A Midlife Coming-of-Age Story

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

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 forty 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 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

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 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