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.
I'm compulsive about finishing a book but this one was very difficult to complete. I actually fast forwarded during the "Pray" part. There is so much sadness in this world, I wish the author would see someone besides herself. Self indulgence has to be the theme of this one. I do not recommend it to anyone as a good "listen" and have made the decision not to see the movie based on this book. All I can say is "suck it up Liz." However, she is a good narrator.
While we all should take time to self-reflect and grow, I found the saga to be much too self-indulgent for my tastes. I appreciated the search and the honesty and was slightly jealous of her "me time." In the end I was simply left with the feeling of over the top selfishness.
Eat, Pray, Love is about a recently divorced writer who journeys to Italy, India and Indonesia to heal and find herself again. I thought this was an entertaining memoir and enjoyed reading about the places she visited.
I think she did an excellent job narrating the book and I don't think anyone could have done it better. There were many characters in the book and she did the various accents very well.