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Eat Pray Love is a American biographical romantic drama film starring Julia Roberts as Plan B Entertainment in Italy, the power of prayer in India, and, finally and unexpectedly, the inner peace and balance of true love in Indonesia. To ask other readers questions about Eat, Pray, Love, please sign up. I must become the clichéd female reader here and admit my fondness for this novel. I imagine a world in which all humans are born with an intact capacity to love, and I Eat Pray Doula Sehat, in Bahasa Indonesia a book for fathers detailing the importance of the husband's support in breastfeeding for infant survival.
I smiled through most of it. You are funny, a good writer, and correct. May 24, Mar 08, Maria rated it did not like it. Don't bother with this book.
It took me nearly a year to finish it. I was so disgusted by the writer's apparent lack of awareness of her own privilege, her trite observations, and the unbelievably shallow way in which she represents a journey initiated by grief, that I initially couldn't bear to read beyond Italy. Like others who have written here, I made myself pick the book up again because so many people have raved about it, and I made myself finish it, hoping all the while there would be some Don't bother with this book.
Like others who have written here, I made myself pick the book up again because so many people have raved about it, and I made myself finish it, hoping all the while there would be some redemptive insight or at least some small kernel of originality or wisdom.
I was sorely disappointed. Liz is so obsessed with male attention throughout the book in every section, she expounds in great detail on her flirtations with men, many of whom seem to "take care of her" or compliment her on her wit, beauty, or charm , that it makes her self-described quest to learn to be alone seem absurd and farcical.
She does not have a feminist bone in her body; shocking for a woman who is purportedly on a quest for self-discovery after what she describes as a "devastaing divorce. Basically, this memoir accounts her flirting her way across the globe into a new relationship, with little to no growth in self awareness that I can perceive. Even in India, her purported time of inward reflection, she attaches her herself to the likes of Richard from Texas, who seems a cross between a father figure and object of flirtation.
Ultimately, she falls in love with a man much older than she, who seems to dote on her in quite a paternalistic way. When she spends pages talking about her bladder infection from too much sex, I have to question what her intentions are in writing about this? Why do we need to know about her bladder infection? What does it add to our understanding of her quest? To me, it says only, "Look!
I'm desirable! Additionally, her brand of spirituality certainly does not come close to transcending the fashionable Western obsession with all things Eastern, particularly Buddhism and the ashram culture. That a Westerner could go to India on her spiritual quest and have absolutely no awareness of 1 her gross appropriation of another culture's religion, and 2 the abject poverty that surrounds her, is inexusable.
She oozes privilege at every turn, and that privilege remains unacknowledged and unexamined. I was willing to look past my initial reaction that the end of a relationship is not, in the grand scheme of things, "that bad;" everyone's suffering certainly has its own validity.
However, I was unable to muster much empathy for Elizabeth Gilbert despite my attempts to overcome my disgust at her shallow preoccupation. Ultimately, this woman had nothing to teach me other than that I should trust my own instincts to abandon a book when I have such a strong reaction of dislike from page one. I am sorry I spent the time and energy trying to finish it. I happened to read somewhere that she has recently bought a church in Manhattan which she is converting into her personal living space.
And this is enlightenment? I am sickened that Paramount has bought the rights to the book for a motion picture, and that she stands to make even more money than she already has on this insipid memoir.
View all 60 comments. Maria Brooke wrote: Oh, God, don't tell me you're one of those people who tell the mentally ill specifically those Brooke wrote: Oh, God, don't tell me you're one of those people who tell the mentally ill specifically those suffering from major depressive disorder things like "There Aug 30, Cat rated it really liked it. I am embarrassed to read this book in public.
The title and the flowery, pasta-y cover screams, "I'm a book that contains the relentless rants of a neurotic 34 year-old-woman. But in the comfort of my own bed, I am totally falling for this memoir.
Yes, Gilbert is emotionally self-indulgent are we supposed to feel bad that she lost both houses in the divorce? The endless, endless crying. Then again, this is a memoir and when the writing is just so clever, so hospitable, so damn funny, it's really hard to hold that against Gilbert in the end. The plot goes something like this: A year-old writer has everything she wants, including several successful books, a husband and two houses.
When she realizes she doesn't want to have kids and that she's not happy after all, she has a breakdown and leaves her husband. In the process, she realizes she has no identity.
But instead, Gilbert decides to pack up and visit Italy, India and Indonesia, three places she hopes will ultimately bring her the inner balance she's been longing for. And on the surface, this book is a really entertaining travel essay. Gilbert has this wonderfully quirky way of describing everything: A piece of pizza, a gelato.
And the people. It's on her travels that I start to identify with Gilbert. When I was 21, I spent four months traveling in Australia. Just like Gilbert during her first weeks in Italy, I was totally elated by my freedom. But about two weeks in, the loneliness came around and so did the anxiety. My typical day started with this inner monologue: How I envied the Eurotrash who could just sit by the hostel pool and read all day. But if I didn't do everything, then I would have failed at traveling.
In retrospect, Australia was a turning-point in my young life. I had no idea that this "go-go-go" attitude was how I had been living for years. No wonder people thought I was uptight. Relaxing had never come easy to me, and it never will, but I'm getting a lot better at letting go and not worrying about seeing every last museum Gilbert ruminates on this topic quite a bit in her book.
Her first moment of true, unfettered happiness comes when she poaches some eggs and eats some asparagus on the floor of her apartment. So simple, but so fulfilling. In India, she writes that "life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death.
She's not very good at it, and she wonders if all the energy she's spent chasing the next experience has kept her from enjoying anything. At this point in the book, I find myself wondering if Gilbert wants to be there at all. Perhaps going to an Ashram was the thing she thought she should do, not what she wanted to do. I sure as hell wouldn't. What I really love about "Eat, Pray, Love" is that it's all about asking the simple question, "what do I want," a question that would have come in handy in Australia and numerous other times in my life.
It's so hard for some people, including me, and it really shouldn't be. I think that when you can honestly answer that question "No. I don't want to go to that discussion on post-modernism, even though I realize that I should be interested in it and it would make me a lot cooler in your eyes.
Really, I just want to watch back-to-back episodes of "Scrubs" you're well on your way to realizing your own identity and being ok with whoever that person is. View all 31 comments. Apr 30, Amy Kieffer rated it it was amazing. This was one of those books I will read over and over again. All those cynics out there who criticize Gilbert for writing a "too cutesy" memoir that seems beyond belief and who claim that she is selfish for leaving her responsibility are clearly missing the point.
First, she did not write the book to inspire you. She wrote it as her own memoir--you can agree or disagree with how she went about her "enlightenment," but you cannot judge her for how she found happiness. It is her memoir, not yours. You can achieve enlightement by whatever means you want. Second, to call her irresponsible for leaving responsibilities behind is absurd. She was in an unhappy marriage. You cannot force yourself to be happy. I applaud her for doing something that many people are afraid to do.
She had no children and so the responsibilities she neglected were minimal. I also suspect that those of you who didn't enjoy the book could not relate to it.
You have never suffered a life-changing tragedy. You have never felt paralyzed by fear, anger, or disappointment. You have never had to go through a healing process that seems endless.
You have never felt lost. That's great for you, but unfortunately that makes it hard for you to relate to this memoir. Finally, those of you who found her story too unbelievable have probably never felt the joy of traveling the world.
There is no better way to discover yourself than getting out of your comfort zone and immersing yourself in someone else's. Traveling the world is not self-indulgent.
If doing what we want to or enjoy doing is self-indulgent, then we are all guilty. If you are enjoying an ice-cream sundae, meeting your friends for a night out, or a good work out, you are being self indulgent. My guess is that those of you who didn't find the value in this book are unhappy with your own life. Perhaps you should be a little more self-indulgent yourself. Nov 15, Simone Ramone rated it did not like it Shelves: I found this book unbelievably phoney.
I hated this so much that I got up early this morning to finish it and gave my copy to the library and honestly, I'm not too proud of that. To me it just felt so insincere that there's no chance I would have made it past the second chapter had it not been for book club obligations. I enjoyed her writing style, but I absolutely could not warm to her at all. To be fair, I do think she would be an excellent travel writer. The section on India was agony to read. I I found this book unbelievably phoney.
I have met enough people freshly returned from Indian ashrams to know that they often seem a tad self absorbed and I also suspect that they really only get up at 3am so that they have even more "me" time. She didn't do much to alter my opinion. Honestly, this woman meditated longer, harder and bluer than anyone else has, past or present. She won the meditation competition that no-one was actually having. Possibly it was not enlightenment that she found, but simply that she finally became completely self absorbed.
Easy mistake to make. View all 26 comments. Oct 07, [Name Redacted] rated it did not like it Shelves: Shallow, self-indulgent and mired in the sort of liberal American obsession with "oriental" exoticism that is uniquely offensive because it is treated as enobling by its purveyors. She treats the rest of the world as though it exists for the consumption of jaded, rich, white Americans and this book is a monument to that sort of arrogance and ignorance.
Apr 12, Nayra. View all 41 comments. View all 57 comments. Jul 21, Tonya rated it it was ok. Ok, I admit I still have about 30 pages to go, which I will get around to reading soon need a break from the book though and which I highly doubt will prompt me to change my 2-star rating.
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I know many people love this book for what I consider personal reasons, therefore I tread lightly so as to not come off as critical of people's personal opinions, rather, just the book itself.
First, I found the author not-so-likable. I've read other readers' reviews in which she was described as 'so funny' Ok, I admit I still have about 30 pages to go, which I will get around to reading soon need a break from the book though and which I highly doubt will prompt me to change my 2-star rating. I've read other readers' reviews in which she was described as 'so funny' and like 'a girl we'd all love to know' and have to tell you, I didn't feel the love. She came off to me as lofty, self-absorbed, and needy.
I felt like she wanted to make herself a victim of her divorce and her depression.
She was so vague about some aspects of the decline of her relationship with her ex-husband as well as with some details about the divorce, which led me to believe that she really did a number on him, but then she whined throughout the book about how HE was the one making the divorce so difficult. I don't mean to sound judgmental of how she coped with it, because I can't relate to that and it would be unfair of me, but I just couldn't help but feel that she kind of bashed the ex a little when she was seemingly the majority of the reason for their split.
Plus, she acted like she is the only person in the world to suffer through a divorce, yet she was "totally in love" with another man less than a month after she realized she wanted out of her marriage and her account isn't clear as to how long after her realization she actually got the divorce-ball rolling so I can't help but assume she was unfaithul. So it was hard to have sympathy for her when she got hysterical over the ex disagreeing about settlement details. Um, I would think that happens when you blindside your spouse with a divorce request.
Not saying it's right, just saying that's life. Secondly, in her search of spirituality, I couldn't help but find some of it a little far-fetched. And could she have drawn out her stay at the Ashram in India any longer or with more mind-numbing, snooooze-inducing detail??
I found myself skipping entire paragraphs at a time, and not just because I was in a bit of a hurry to read the book before book club My favorite part of India, ironically, was Richard From Texas. So I suppose that just sums up for us what I got out of the India section. But I won't leave us all on a totally negative note. I enjoyed parts of the book, some of them thoroughly. I loved her friends, for instance, and am perplexed at how I find the author so unlikable but somehow she has such cool people in her life?
When she wasn't being overly wordy, I loved reading her descriptions of Italy, India, and most especially Indonesia. And, of course, who didn't drool over her description of that pizza in Naples?
I read that part twice: View all 19 comments. Sep 22, 0v0 rated it did not like it Recommends it for: What I'm about to say must be wrong, because I couldn't get through this book. I tried. And I failed. Don't read it. A cousin recommended EPL and I thought it would teach me something about the book market.
My secret boyfriend at the public library was horrified I checked it out, given his ACLU-offensive intimacy with my record and tastes; and yes, like others, I was embarrassed to have EPL in my possession. This hyper-feminized adventure travel? Subaltern poaching for the 21st century. Taker mentality as spiritual quest. These people need their own version of Outside magazine or some shit. Oh yeah, they already do. We're talking some serious dilettante tourism: Italy for excess, India for asceticism, Indonesia for the middle path.
Country I is not your personal terrain for self-discovery. You don't get to interiorize Country I as a metaphor for your personal potential. If your interior journey needs a bunch of leisure time and poor countries to be realized, maybe you're asking the wrong questions. The consumerist mentality was so self-important and so priveleged that I just couldn't make myself give this book any more time. View all 21 comments. Jan 06, Terry rated it did not like it Shelves: Gilbert points out that each country she visits begins with "I", so her journey is really a journey to the self, blah blah blah.
But the whiff of narcissism in the "I I I" pattern is no whiff. It's a hurricane. Oh, well I hope no one hates me for reading an Oprah-endorsed book. I had reservations about this book before I eve Gilbert points out that each country she visits begins with "I", so her journey is really a journey to the self, blah blah blah. I had reservations about this book before I even read it, so that may color my response. I wish I had been her editor. First of all, the breathless giddiness of the "Italy" portion of the book is grating, because it's almost as if she's embarrassed, or apologetic, or something, especially when she moves on to "India" and the tone immediately shifts to one of utter self-seriousness.
I also would have told her to chop off about a third of the first part of her book. Why do I need to know the details of her financial situation? Utterly irrelevant, and utterly disgusting. You would think she would have made it into the "gotten over it" category, but no. She still writes even at the END of the book as if she is the first person in the history of humankind to ever get divorced, and her pain is uniquely, uh, painful. Give me a break. Lastly, it's very disheartening that a book ostensibly about a spiritual journey to the self begins with details about her Manhattan real estate holdings and ends with Well, congratulations on all fronts.
How spiritually evolved of you. View all 11 comments. Apr 17, Emma Giordano rated it liked it. Review to come. View 2 comments. Jun 29, Holly added it. I really didn't READ it all. I couldn't. I just couldn't get past how self centered and whiny this woman was.
Then I quit reading it and now I feel much better. View all 13 comments. View all 15 comments. May 28, Holly rated it did not like it. This review has been hidden because it contains spoilers. To view it, click here. I have copied this from a blog I wrote a few weeks ago: I've recently given in. I normally don't go for the Oprah-style self-help mumbo-jumbo. However, the hype surrounding "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert was just too frenzied to ignore.
So I gave in and read the book. She is sitting across from a real Italian S I have copied this from a blog I wrote a few weeks ago: She is sitting across from a real Italian Stallion at a table in a cafe in Rome, and contemplating sleeping with him.
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Then it occurs to her that at that point in her life her mids I might add , that it may not be wise to try to get over another man by getting involved with a new one. Is it just me, or am I the only one who thinks that one should already know that? If this is supposed to be profound, she's really missing the mark. Before this journey Liz embarks on, she has just divorced her husband who basically took her for everything she had.
She had been living with a man named David with whom she'd been having an extramarital affair and this relationship wasn't working either but she was still pining away for him. Basically she's a serial monogamist with attachment disorder.
So Liz decides to undertake a "spiritual journey" as well as a geographical one, all the while planning and being paid to write this book about it. She'd been able to take this journey of hers because of the advance she'd acquired in preparation for this book. Sound fishy already? The book is divided up into sections, hence the title "Eat, Pray, Love". The "Eat" section is where newly divorced Liz moves from New York to Italy to further her study of the Italian language and to eat carbs with wild abandon.
Sounds good, but she spends most of her four months there moping around and using food as a crutch to help her deal with her depression. She meets some nice people and eats a lot. Gluttony is not becoming. Move on to section two. Section two is the "Pray" section. She moves to an ashram in India for four months so that she can meditate. This is the part where we're supposed to think that Liz is just "oh so spiritual" because she meditates. She whines on about how hard it is for her at first to meditate because of her emotional baggage and the only saving grace is a Texan named Richard who won't let her mope around.
Richard is like her own personal gadfly, never letting her just coast along and settle for her misery. One thing that Richard said to her when she was whining about missing David was that soul mates are not supposed to be forever. That they're designed to essentially come into your life, show you parts of yourself that you never knew existed and then move on.
I have felt that way as well, and it's something that I truly believe in so I could identify with that. So Liz eventually settles down into meditating and then tries to explain to us how she has become enlightened in India.
From a Buddhist perspective, if you notice your own enlightenment, that ain't it. Sorry, Liz. You're not a Buddha. The sensation she was trying to describe is familiar to me, and I've also read about a lot of other people who have described it that way, but to actually hint that you've attained enlightenment at the end of four months of ashram living is way off the mark.
Perhaps I'm just being too cynical, but even so I just love the way that life comes along and kicks you in the ass as soon as you think you've got things figured out.
It doesn't let you start to feel smug, which is the way this book felt to me. A journey across Italy, India and Bali where nothing really happens but you somehow feel the sense of entitlement enough to become smug.
Next we move on to Bali, where Liz had visited before. This is where she's supposed to find a balance between earthly pleasure and spirituality. Liz meets up with an old medicine man that she'd met on her previous trip who'd told her that she was going to come back and live with his family for four months. For some reason it had never occurred to her that me might have said that to nearly every Westerner he'd met.
On arriving the medicine man has no recollection of her at first, but explains it away as if it's just because she looks like an entirely new woman. This is supposed to make us feel that yes, she has had a wonderful transformation due to her spiritual journey. See how that works? I actually liked a lot of the section on Bali, because there were other interesting and more developed characters in the book and I didn't have to be all alone with Liz for extended periods of time while I was reading.
Because a self-help book written by a woman and for women can't end until the female heroine has met "The Great Love of Her Life".
Which of course she can only meet after learning to love herself. I know that this book is supposed to be autobiographical and that she is actually still involved with this man. However, the book could have ended just as well without implying that to really figure your life out, your place in the universe and to be emotionally healthy, that you need to find a man in the end.
This idea that "real love", this mature, romantic love can only be achieved after you've worked out your own personal demons and after you've learned to love yourself is just trite. It is insulting to the intellect of every female alive to have the outcome of every volume of "chick lit" end with a great romantic love story. Real life is not reflective of that ideal, and I wonder how much of this "autobiography" was embellished to adhere to that formula; how much of the story was omitted because it didn't fit with the way the book flowed and how the story needed to transpire in order for this book to become "The Next Big Thing".
All in all I enjoyed the book, but sometimes I became smug in Liz's stead and laughed and pointed at her while shrieking, "You don't realise that yet?! It's worth a read because some of the advice that other people have given her is worthwhile but just because she was the one that wrote it down and published it, it doesn't mean that it's coming from her.
I can't even get into how her privileged life has allowed her to take an entire year off from working or living in the real world in order to turn her life around in the first place. Or how misleading it is to her devout followers, The Oprahites who take her word as gospel and memorise passages from this book as they all wait around for "The Great Love of Their Lives" to materialise now that they've been saved by proxy through Gilbert's experience.
Eat, pray, gag. Perhaps this book is above me because I'm young. Perhaps it's because I'm not divorced. Maybe I'm too cynical and Elizabeth Gilbert is a great mystic, after all. Excuses aside, I still think I'm going to wait around for life to kick Liz on the arse and remind her that she's not finished yet; that she really doesn't have things all figured out into nice little packages.
The universe will right itself on its own, after all. It always does. View all 29 comments. Feb 05, Denise rated it did not like it Recommends it for: I just kept thinking wahhhhhh the whole time. Poor woman wants out of her marriage so she leaves Poor woman is depressed so she whines wahhhhh.
Life is so unfair for the poor woman wahhhh. Please, poor woman is completely lost so what does she do? I wish I could say that this was fiction but it isn't. She's lost! Join the club but at least you have the money and the lack of responsibility to I just kept thinking wahhhhhh the whole time. Join the club but at least you have the money and the lack of responsibility to travel for an entire year and not have to worry about family, money and I don't know life in general.
She finds herself by traveling to three parts of the world - Italy to find her body, India to find her spirit and Indonesia to find a balance between the two. OK, that part I get but I just had a real difficult time finding sympathy for a woman who is able to do all of that and still find time to whine about how hard life is for her.
And guess what there's going to be a sequel - she remarrying so you know soon she will be divorcing and traveling to New Zealand, Prague and the South Pole to enlighten herself even more. Added to add - great now it's a movie. Soon they will make The Secret into a movie and we can all call it a day. Jul 14, Lola rated it it was ok Shelves: Not at all.
There is so much wrong with it, but two things I dislike and question above everything are 1. I especially find this story unhelpful to women who are perhaps going through a divorce and need to find themselves again because who really has hundreds of thousands of dollars to spend traveling for a whole year, knowing that at the end of their trip they will receive more money from the book they would have written over that period of time? Oh, and a new lover, of course. Aaaah to be rich and privileged.
View all 9 comments. I waited, and waited, in ever such impatient patience, until the duct-taped box from my daughter arrived. It was one box among many, but this particular box, she had promised, would have within it her very best and most loved books, and among those -- Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love" that I had been longing to read.
All of these boxes were arriving at my door because my daughter was taking wing on a journey like none before, and she is, for her 26 years, well traveled even when measured aga I waited, and waited, in ever such impatient patience, until the duct-taped box from my daughter arrived. All of these boxes were arriving at my door because my daughter was taking wing on a journey like none before, and she is, for her 26 years, well traveled even when measured against adults thrice her age.
It was a journey to complete her Master's degree, yes, but more than that. It was a journey to fulfill a young woman's inherited from her mother wanderlust, as well as a study abroad, as well as a spiritual journey, as well a journey of healing after a painful breakup of a relationship back home.
Indeed, how like Gilbert's story! Almost as if the two women, never having met, have moved on parallel lines. Perhaps that is why Gilbert's story so appeals. If we haven't traveled it ourselves in our physical bodies, surely we have traveled it in our hearts and minds.
Away from pain, towards enlightenment. Away from disappointments and varied betrayals, toward renewed, or even new, wholeness. Away from what was and full flung into what is and what will be. While our individual journeys in life may vary in detail, and no doubt rather unimportant detail, Gilbert touches so very many of her readers because in her honest, open, sincere, and often deliciously hilarious and hilariously delicious account, she speaks for many, many, many of us.
Even if some of us stay in place to find our healing and learn our life lessons, minds and hearts travel freely. We can find our spiritual awakenings in an Indian Ashram, as she does, or we can find it standing in our own shower on a Monday morning, facing another work week in our accustomed routines.
Gilbert's journey takes her first to Italy, where she heals her body, mostly through the pleasures of food; then to India, where for months she meditates and prays; finally to Bali, Indonesia, where she completes her healing and finds new love when she was sure she never again would. She takes us, her readers, along with a story that pulls us along jumping and skipping and running and gasping, not missing a moment, eating and praying and loving right along with her. I enjoyed the sections my daughter had highlighted; they might have been mine.
My girl is heading to Europe, and her journey will not be so different, in pursuit of learning, and understanding, and healing her own broken heart.
I have no doubt that she will return changed forever, and in a most wondrous way. Travel does that to us. The meeting with new cultures and peoples, challenging our own comfort zones, testing our own ideas of what life means and how we fit into it.
I eagerly rush to read more of Gilbert's work. She knows how to translate experience into wonderful words, and for one reason above all -- her courage to write honestly about an honest effort to live life well. Most highly and enthusiastically recommended. View 1 comment. Oct 21, Kenny rated it did not like it. I don't think I've ever disliked an author more than Elizabeth Gilbert. Gilbert has the emotional maturity of an insecure teenage girl.
In Eat Pray Love, she comes off as completely self centered. We all have been stressed at particular moments in our lives. But no one more so than Elizabeth Gilbert. She got to leave reality for a while.
After she ate, and prayed, she met some amazing guy who she "fell" in love with, then, she got a book deal. Her life was complete. But wait, it wasn't. Gilbert is "suddenly" gay and publicly comes out, proclaiming her love for her best friend who just happens to be dying from pancreatic cancer.
No thanks Elizabeth. We've all grown tired of your need for attention. Do the publishing world a favor. See a good shrink, grow up and stop playing the victim.
View all 17 comments. May 28, Ann Bosworth rated it did not like it. Reading the title and the premise of this book will mislead you greatly as to what you are going to find inside. This book is not uplifting or spiritual in any way. Elizabeth Gilbert is going through life unaffected by anything except her own whims. She is so selfish and self congratulating, trying to disguise it as self depreciating and humble.
Her writing style isn't so bad, it's the content. She continuously looks out at the world and how it is affecting her, not accepting responsibility for c Reading the title and the premise of this book will mislead you greatly as to what you are going to find inside. She continuously looks out at the world and how it is affecting her, not accepting responsibility for creating all of the unfortunate situations in her life that led up to her traveling to the three I's.
Although she said nothing about her ex husband except that he was completely unreasonable and hated her I wonder why , I still felt sympathetic for him. She gave no convincing reason for leaving him other than that she was sad. She spent her time in Italy eating and congratulating herself on not having sex with a good-looking Italian man. She spent her time in India "meditating" although it sounded more like complaining to me.
She does add a nice little bit about how she's glad she's not slaving away in the fields in the excruciating heat like some of the native women she sees. She spent her time in Indonesia feeling superior to the natives who apparently want to take you for all they can. She also decides to end her sexual sabbatical when she meets a slightly older gentleman from Brazil who caters to her self absorption and vanity.
In the end all she seems to have learned is that selfishness brings happiness, so if we can all leave our obligations behind and follow every whim and fancy, we fill finally find "god" or at least some form of euphoria. I think she's got it backward, there is something to be said for taking care of yourself first, but that is all she ever worries about.
She is perfectly able to live her life however she sees fit, I am just irritated she put it in a book under a different guise and I fell for it. View all 4 comments. Jan 30, Jen rated it it was amazing. I just gave Eat, Pray, Love a tearful send-off. And now I will relate to you the reasons why. The book has helped me come to terms with the fact that this whole divorce healing process is taking so long, longer than any of my friends expected I think, and that it's not over.
But even so, it's OK. I can still live my life and do new things and make new friends and still work through it. I'm not cheating anyone by giving them what I've got right now, as opposed to the miracle woman that I thin Wow.
I'm not cheating anyone by giving them what I've got right now, as opposed to the miracle woman that I think I should be. I don't have to stop living until I've deemed myself "healed," because I am pretty sure this has changed me forever.
Which is OK. It's good, actually. The author starts making a concerted effort to repair herself.
Translation Method of Phrasal Verb in Novel Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert
She has a moment of self-forgiveness: I also knew somehow that this respite of peace would be temporary. I knew that I was not yet finished for good, that my anger, my sadness, and my shame would all creep back eventually, escaping my heart and occupying my head once more. I knew that I would have to keep dealing with these thoughts again and again until I slowly and determinedly changed my whole life.
I felt that Gilbert projects herself so strongly onto every place and every person she encounters that I'm not sure what she really learnt along the way. As delightful as the Italy section was to read, I felt like she never really stepped out of herself to understand the country on its own terms and to move beyond the stereotype. Despite it being a bit of a superficial assessment, I have no problem with Gilbert associating Italy with pleasure.
There is enough beauty there to warrant it. It was more her interpretation of what it means to open oneself to pleasure that bothered me and seemed very narrow. For Gilbert this consisted mostly of overindulging in foods and allowing herself to put on weight. It seemed like she came to Italy thinking she already knew how to experience pleasure and proceeded to enact it based on her definition even though there are indications that the Italian interpretation of pleasure is not merely restricted to this.
I would have liked to see her explore what it meant to devote herself to pleasure just as seriously and reverently as she seemed to take the meditative experiences in India. Overall though, my biggest problem with this book was I had difficulty at times believing Gilbert achieved the enlightenment she talks about because she is so internally focused.
Most importantly I still have not really grasped why it was necessary for her to travel to these 3 places. I understand that her intention was not for this book to be a travelogue but it begs the question, "Why was it necessary to go to Italy, India and Indonesia if the purpose was to not to gain something from them that could not be found elsewhere?
Why go to India to meet Richard the big Texan Guru, for example? Why not just go to Texas? For those of us with "eyelids only half-caked with dirt" but who can't uproot our lives and travel to countries of our choosing is "enlightenment" still an option? I wanted Gilbert to talk more about how anyone with an ordinary life but who is searching for insight could still balance spiritual yearning with duty.
And that's my final peeve about this book. I wondered if Gilbert had any sense of duty or sense of obligation to anything beyond herself. Gilbert seems to recognize the bonds of duty that restrict the locals she encounters.Needless to say, it got published because somewhere, somebody loved it. Gluttony is not becoming. I contacted him and he did a spell for me. And that this would be difficult and exhausting to do.
A homicide detective discovers he is a descendant of hunters who fight supernatural forces. Jun 15, Cam S rated it liked it Recommends it for: Want to Read Currently Reading Read. Indonesia showed their culture for being hospitable into foreigners. Relaxing had never come easy to me, and it never will, but I'm getting a lot better at letting go and not worrying about seeing every last museum