Loved Italy!, India was a little harder to get thru, but Bali was the payoff. I really enjoyed Elizabeth Gilberts narration. would listen to again......
I enjoyed this book. I fought this book because it was and Oprah pick and because EVERYONE seemed to be reading it. But I broke down and downloaded and I couldn't stop listening! I thought the fact that it was read by the author made it more personal. I rate it as worth your time.
Excellent. Love listening to author narrating herself. I highly recommend listening. I have several times.
Not a fan of this tale. I spent a lot of time trying to articulate to friends what it was that I didn't like about the story. It has literary strengths that I enjoy: direct and crisp prose, insightful observations, and a female protagonist who does what many or all of us have at one time dreamed of doing. Yet many of the character's "adventures" seemed sketchy to me. She was writing a book about praying and eating and love. How does eating until one's pants don't fit or scrubbing floors for four months without complaint make an individual more self-actualized? I've eaten like a starved refugee and scrubbed floors for years without once having a euphoric metaphysical vision. Not once!
Surprise and spoiler: she meets a man whom she will marry for life (I plan on watching this marriage). How special is it that she fulfills prophecy and ends the book perfectly by doing so. I think that I can summarize my thoughts about her journey with one word: contrived. Still, I give her points for being a fine writer who knows how to sell herself.
I'm a divorce survivor too but it was extremely difficult to relate to this person. No wonder she was willing to take a year off to strengthen her relationship with her Higher Power. ...I enjoyed the book more when she got past Pity City and after trudging the long road to the "spiritual" part of her journey...I began to enjoy the book more.
I just don't see what the big deal is about this book...And I can't believe someone wanted to make a movie from it.
Nice touch having the author do the reading. That was the most enjoyable part.
I can see from the reviews readers either love or hate this book. I wanted to hate this book also. I am a man and I felt Ms. Gilbert wasn't giving her relationship a fighting chance and therefor would have probably never went on this journey nor written this book. It IS full of self indulgence and some feminist Marxism and she does ramble quite a lot but overall I found the rambling to eventually have a good point. I found myself listening intently most times wondering what she was going to discover next. I was able to put aside my differences with feminist thought and actions and learn something about myself and my path through life and be inspired. I don't believe anyone (even women) should be inspired to feel superior to anyone else but at one point this book takes a turn toward plain self discovery and she learns to be a person and not a female person.
The writer describes fighting off severe clinical depression and barely staving off suicide, which helped me to begrudge her less for being able to travel and write for a year. There were a few interesting bits, like the description of the origin of the Italian language, descriptions of meditation, and a description of the ex-pat community in Indonesia. The description of meditation and her experience in India was my favorite part. If the idea of meditating hadn't captured my imagination, I would have taken much less away from her travel diary.
I feel as if the world peer pressured me into reading this book, so I finally got the audiobook. The first 2/3 of the book are filled with the author whining and crying (literally). I found myself literally yelling at her to get ahold of herself and quit the self-pity. I didn't really even start to remotely like the author or the book until the near end of India and most of Bali. If I were actually sitting down to read this book I would have never finished it. I just can't stand to hear someone whine and cry for hours on end about a man or men. I just can't.