Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. Am I the only one who is having a hard time getting through this book? I’m one prologue and one chapter in and it’s a total chore.
It’s not the writing or the content so much as the author that I’m having a hard time with. I get that she had to abandon her marriage to find her true happiness, and that it wasn’t easy – it never is. I get that she was frustrated that she didn’t know herself – it’s a rare and lucky person who truly does. And I do not begrudge anyone chosing whatever path, spiritual or physical, brings them closer to inner peace…but this woman is just so PREACHY. Her narrative flaps and self-flagellates like one of those used-car lot wavy wind-arm men.
I can’t help but believe that this woman and I would never be friends. All the moaning and groaning…and looking outside of herself for a fix. She seems the kind of person who talks a good game about making herself a better person but really just adopts a new cloak as a band-aid to get her through to her next personal crisis.
Man am I a bitch. Such a hater. I’ll stop. But we’re not obligated to like or even appreciate everything are we? I hope that she is in fact truly happy and enlightened now. Then again having the $$millions$$ from the book probably helps. (oops! there I go again…)
Hopefully I’ll be able to follow her through the haze of emotion that she’s thrown-out up front in this book and join her in her realization at the end. We shall see, we shall see…
Tell me that it’ll get better? Because I am not the type of reader who can put a book away until I finish it – boring or awful. Or can you give me some type of insight that I may be missing that will make me more sympathetic? Please??