Dear Friend,
I like to start my notes to you as if we’re already in the middle of a conversation. I pretend we’re the oldest and dearest friends, instead of what we actually are: an essayist-novelist-screenwriter-director who became a cultural icon, and one of her many adoring fans.
I remember the day we met: I was 15, and I went to see You’ve Got Mail with my sister, her boyfriend, and my (male) best friend. My sister’s boyfriend, predictably, rolled his eyes, but the rest of us were instantly smitten – with Kathleen Kelly, the Shop Around the Corner, and New York in the fall (and the spring). When I finally visited New York as a twentysomething, I made a pilgrimage to Cafe Lalo, and pictured you and Kathleen walking beside me as I wandered streets overhung with blossoming trees.
My family has watched You’ve Got Mail so many times that its phrases – and its wisdom – are part of our vernacular. We all know that eucalyptus candles make an apartment smell mossy, that newly sharpened pencils are the perfect bouquet to celebrate fall, and that when you read a book as a child, it becomes part of your identity in a way that no other reading in your whole life does. (Actually, we already knew that, but you gave us the words to express it.) And you pointed out what should have been perfectly obvious all along: daisies are the friendliest flower.
Thank you for making movies that made us believe in the sparkling potential of ordinary days. Thank you for giving us characters who have become friends, lines we can repeat back to ourselves and to our loved ones, stories we can crawl into when life gets a little drab or ho-hum or cruel. Thank you for your wit, your class, your charm, your refusal to take yourself – or anyone – too seriously. But most of all, thank you for the stories you gave us, which affirm the worth of our small but valuable lives, and help make them bigger and richer and more lovely.
With much love, and lots of daisies,
Katie
cakes, tea and dreams 
This is a movie that has gotten better and better with time. I liked it at first, but now I see how it is such a moving portrait of a woman who is going through a crisis of vocation. Also, it is extremely quotable.
A DVD of You’ve Got Mail was left in the player at the furnished apartment my husband and I are renting. I must watch it again!
YES. THIS. I love it!
I love how you put this: “…stories we can crawl into when life gets a little drab or ho-hum or cruel.” That’s exactly what Nora has given us, and it’s a beautiful, too-rare thing.
Lovely letter, Katie. Now, “I’m going to the nutshop where it’s fun!”. ; )
Love this! I have seen YGM more times than I can count … I could quote it in my sleep! Just something about it …
This is my favorite movie of all time. I actually incorporated it into my cover letter for my job with SA. That is how much I adore this film. I, too, have incorporated the words and wisdom from this move into my life, my relationships. The perfect gift for my 10-year “friendiversary” with my (male) best friend? A bouquet of newly-sharpened pencils. His gift to me? What else? Daisies. He even bought me the shoe books for Christmas last year. Someday maybe I’ll make it to Cafe Lalo. 🙂 You’ve done a fantastic tribute here. Thank you.
Beautiful! I love “You’ve Got Mail” and agree that it gets better each time I watch it. The writing is brilliant, as was Ms. Ephron. The world will miss a great writer.
So glad I came upon your blog. My friend and I are going to NYC next week just so we can stalk locations and take pictures. We are HUGE YGM fans. It is the most brilliant movie!
This particular entry is beautifully written. I just purchased pencils at Costco last weekend so I could make a bouquet to give to my friend on the day we go. Fall . . . Spring . . . Unbelivable movie!