Saturday, December 18, 2010

Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert

About the book: This beautifully written, heartfelt memoir touched a nerve among both readers and reviewers. Elizabeth Gilbert tells how she made the difficult choice to leave behind all the trappings of modern American success (marriage, house in the country, career) and find, instead, what she truly wanted from life. Setting out for a year to study three different aspects of her nature amid three different cultures, Gilbert explored the art of pleasure in Italy and the art of devotion in India, and then a balance between the two on the Indonesian island of Bali. By turns rapturous and rueful, this wise and funny author (whom Booklist calls “Anne Lamott’s hip, yoga- practicing, footloose younger sister”) is poised to garner yet more adoring fans.

My Thoughts: I enjoyed several things about this book. I loved visiting different countries and cultures through the eyes of this author. The way the author talks about her experiences makes you feel like you are there. While on her year long journey of self discovery she meets some colorful and interesting characters. My favorite person from her travels would have to be Richard from Texas. He sounded like a fun person to know. She made me laugh several times and shake my head in wonder many times. With that being said I could not identify with this author. Just think about being paid to travel for a year (the advance on the book,) meet so many interesting people, make so many friends and at the same time dwell on how hard your life is and how alone you are. It did not compute for me. I'm glad she found a way out of her depression and at the end of her trip found love. I hope she is still happy.

My rating:

My husband was sleeping in our bed. I was hiding in the bathroom for something like the forty-seventh consecutive night, and—just as during all those nights before—I was sobbing. Sobbing so hard, in fact, that a great lake of tears and snot was spreading before me on the bathroom tiles, a veritable Lake Inferior (if you will) of all my shame and fear and confusion and grief.

I don't want to be married anymore.

I was trying so hard not to know this, but the truth kept insisting itself to me.

I don't want to be married anymore. I don't want to live in this big house. I don't want to have a baby.

About the author

Richard form Texas

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