Awhile back I wrote a post about Eat, Pray, Love and how the first time I attempted reading it I never got past the first section of the book and was slightly bored. After seeing the (way too drawn out) movie, I became intrigued to give reading it another try.
And I don’t know what was wrong with me the first time I read it. I think Eat, Pray, Love is the book equivalent of my soulmate. I wanted to wrap my arms around the book and shout “yes, yes, that is totally how I feel. I understand! You understand! We totally understand each other!” I spent a week having an absolute love affair with the book – and I will stick with “the book” and not that I’m having a love affair with Elizabeth Gilbert; the charming Felipe may not like that so much.
If you love traveling – heck, even if you hate traveling, but have ever felt lost or confused by life and the world – read this book. It comes out of a dark place in the author’s life and is surprisingly uplifting and reassuring.
I think my oozing adoration for Eat, Pray, Love can be summed up by the scene in the book when Liz and her friend are eating the most amazing pizza in the world in Naples and are practically passing out over how good it is. Reading this book was like eating that pizza. (I can only imagine. I didn’t eat that pizza, but I have eaten pizza in Italy. Food nirvana.)
I’m reading her follow-up book, Committed: A Love Story, right now and can’t wait to see how things turn out for her post-Bali. Ok, maybe I’m having a slight love affair with Elizabeth Gilbert.