<b>The best-selling author of BRINGING UP BÉBÉ investigates life in her forties, and wonders whether her mind will ever catch up with her face.<br /></b><br />When Pamela Druckerman turns 40, waiters start calling her "Madame," and she detects a new message in mens' gazes: I would sleep with her, but only if doing so required <i>no effort whatsoever</i>. <br />Yet forty isn't even technically middle-aged anymore. And there are upsides: 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. <br /><br />What are the modern forties? 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... <br /><br />   • Everyone you meet looks a little bit familiar. <br />   • You're matter-of-fact about chin hair. <br />   • You can no longer wear anything ironically. <br />   • There's at least one sport your doctor forbids you to play. <br />   • You become impatient while scrolling down to your year of birth. <br />   • Your parents have stopped trying to change you. <br />   • You don't want to be with the cool people anymore; you want to be with <i>your</i> people. <br />   • You realize that everyone is winging it, some just do it more confidently. <br />   • You know that it's ok if you don't like jazz. <br /><br />Internationally best-selling author and <i>New York Times</i> 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.