Had I known the woman writing a book with the title God in it didn't even believe in God, I'd never have purchased this mumbo-jumbo self-help new age "enlightenment" crap that is the same ole same ole common sense approach to eating we've heard for years. (eat what your body wants... eat until you're fool... eat in a quiet place with no distractions and savor every bite). YawwwNNN. I could practically hear the cha-ching of Ms. Roth's cash register as the next Oprah-watching hopeful dumped her hefty credit-card laden wallets into seminars led by the author in the hopes of coming away an all new person. Perhaps they did but I sure didn't. This is an :Eat Pray Love" wanna-be. Now I live with baited breath for the next great book... "Ladies Groceries and Spirituality" or perhaps a male-spin on the now-way-too-familiar thesis "Men, Steaks and Buddah"
Having read "Eat Pray Love" and loving it I was hopeful this would be in the same vein. It wasn't. The title is extremely misleading and has absolutely nothing to do with spirituality or a connection with God in any manner whatsoever.. I feel so used.
I love the way the book evoked the past without making you feel confused by too many time-travel conundrums.
Sadie. Perhaps not the most graceful character ever to grace a King novel, her clumsiness only made me love her more... besides she could dance a mean Lindy and loved her some pound cake!
No, but he was the perfect reader for this story. I have seen him in Stephen King movies and knew he (like the Webber brothers) were King favorites, so he felt familiar and
Yes. I cried when Sadie's husband slashed her face.
I found this book to be more haunting than scary clowns, telekinetic prom queens, and even rabid St. Bernards. I can't get it out of my mind and don't really want to. King tackles the question
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