There are some books that I just can't explain why I love them, but I just do. I love the generational progression aspect of this work, the way we see several generations of this family growing up and the life choices they make that lead them to become who they are. I love the Justine section, but there's something hauntingly, disturbingly beautiful about the whole "Meggie and Ralph" romance. I find the imagery to be beautiful as well. I don't know. I can't explain it any better than that. How do we love the people we love? Can we really pick who we love? Is there TRULY some way to stop loving someone you are genuinely in love with? And are there things more important than love? We often misconstrue this idea of "Love conquers all" to mean something wonderful and beautiful, yet to the ancients, this saying evoked the image of love as the great destroyer, love that could ruin lives and reputations and reek utter havoc on all it touched. Love was a conqueror, a demolisher of cities, the bringer of doom. And yet it was unavoidable.
I love that it's read by the author and she puts so much of herself into the reading! I've borrowed the audiobook at least 6 times from the library, but I've gotten tired of that so I finally decided to break over and use my credits to purchase my own copy. This story speaks on such a personal level, and having the author PHYSICALLY speaking to you makes it all the better!
I really want to compare it to religious texts because the experience is so spiritual, but somehow that does neither religious texts or Eat, Pray, Love real justice. I don't know that there's quite any other book I've read that's like it.
This is a bit of an odd question for a biographical work. I would have to say I loved Liz as she portrayed herself, but I think my all time favorite would perhaps be Richard from Texas.
There are so many. As I said, it's an incomparable spiritual (not exactly religious, but definitely spiritual) experience. One of the moments that stands out in my mind as a "favorite" would have to be when Liz and Richard were on the roof and she starts to forgive herself over the way things worked out with her husband. That, or maybe the ENTIRE section on Italy! Also, within the scope of the "Italy" section, I found the Augusteum particularly moving. The "endless waves of transformation"! Brilliantly touching.
I am a conservative...a DIEHARD conservative. So the fact that this book speaks to me so much at first astounded me. There are, obviously, many things that are not in agreement with conservative Protestant beliefs. I think, however, the beauty of this book is that no matter what religious beliefs I have, I find common ground that I can stand on and say "Yes. That helps me understand this aspect of God, or that aspect of God." It's not that it's Christian. It/she doesn't claim to be. I confess I did find some moments in the story I wasn't exactly comfortable with (the cussing in Italian--although hilarious--was a bit uncalled for). But this book was meant to be a biography and it represents her experience. I may not stand in agreement with all aspects of that experience, but as a whole I find the book deeply moving in particular as it regards the search for self and a personal identity and self-worth. I re-read this book all the time, and find that I love it more each time. It's such a wonderful book to me.
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