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A celebrated writer's irresistible candid and eloquent account of her pursuit of worldly pleasure spiritual devotion and what she really wanted out of life Around the time Elizabeth Gilbert turned thirty she went through an early onslaught midlife crisis She had everything an educated ambitious American woman was supposed to want—a husband a house a successful career But instead of feeling happy and fulfilled she was consumed with panic grief and confusion She went through a divorce a crushing depression another failed love and the eradication of everything she ever thought she was supposed to be To recover from all this Gilbert took a radical step In order to give herself the time and space to find out who she really was and what she really wanted she got rid of her belongings quit her job and undertook a yearlong journey around the world—all alone Eat Pray Love is the absorbing chronicle of that year Her aim was to visit three places where she could examine one aspect of her own nature set against the backdrop of a culture that has traditionally done that one thing very well In Rome she studied the art of pleasure learning to speak Italian and gaining the twenty three happiest pounds of her life India was for the art of devotion and with the help of a native guru and a surprisingly wise cowboy from Texas she embarked on four uninterrupted months of spiritual exploration In Bali she studied the art of balance between worldly enjoyment and divine transcendence She became the pupil of an elderly medicine man and also fell in love the best way—unexpectedly An intensely articulate and moving memoir of self discovery Eat Pray Love is about what can happen when you claim responsibility for your own contentment and stop trying to live in imitation of society’s ideals It is certain to touch anyone who has ever woken up to the unrelenting need for change


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    Wow this book took me on a roller coaster ride I couldn't decide if I loved it or hated it and it seemed like every few pages I'd go from thinking Gilbert was delightfully witty to thinking this was the most horribly self absorbed person to ever set foot on the earth In the end the overall effect was rather like sitting at a party listening to someone tell a long involved story all about themselves and you're alternately annoyed and fascinated and you want to get up and leave but she's just so entertaining that you keep telling yourself you'll leave in the next minute and so you end up sticking through the whole thing WARNING LOOONG REVIEW AHEAD I didn't hate Eat Pray Love but it left me really unsatisfied When I first started reading the book I couldn't help rolling my eyes and thinking Here we go another tale of a precious privileged woman who is unsatisfied with her life I stuck with it though and was charmed through the Italy section by Gilbert's humor and down to earth writing style Still for a woman who abandons everything in search of a true spiritual experience she leaves most of the important questions unanswered I felt that Gilbert projects herself so strongly onto every place and every person she encounters that I'm not sure what she really learnt along the wayAs delightful as the Italy section was to read I felt like she never really stepped out of herself to understand the country on its own terms and to move beyond the stereotype Despite it being a bit of a superficial assessment I have no problem with Gilbert associating Italy with pleasure There is enough beauty there to warrant itIt was her interpretation of what it means to open oneself to pleasure that bothered me and seemed very narrow For Gilbert this consisted mostly of overindulging in foods and allowing herself to put on weight It seemed like she came to Italy thinking she already knew how to experience pleasure and proceeded to enact it based on her definition even though there are indications that the Italian interpretation of pleasure is not merely restricted to this I would have liked to see her explore what it meant to devote herself to pleasure just as seriously and reverently as she seemed to take the meditative experiences in India Overall though my biggest problem with this book was I had difficulty at times believing Gilbert achieved the enlightenment she talks about because she is so internally focused Most importantly I still have not really grasped why it was necessary for her to travel to these 3 places I understand that her intention was not for this book to be a travelogue but it begs the question Why was it necessary to go to Italy India and Indonesia if the purpose was to not to gain something from them that could not be found elsewhere? In every country Gilbert created a little security blanket of expat friends who seemed to cushion her from really understanding the lessons the countries had to offer on their own terms Why go to India to meet Richard the big Texan Guru for example? Why not just go to Texas? For those of us with eyelids only half caked with dirt but who can't uproot our lives and travel to countries of our choosing is enlightenment still an option? I wanted Gilbert to talk about how anyone with an ordinary life but who is searching for insight could still balance spiritual yearning with duty And that's my final peeve about this book I wondered if Gilbert had any sense of duty or sense of obligation to anything beyond herself Gilbert seems to recognize the bonds of duty that restrict the locals she encounters Yet she somehow paints them as pleasurable or inevitable yokes for the people who bear them Her detached observations of life and death rituals in India and Indonesia as though they are restricted to those parts of the world made me want to shake her and say but there are rituals everywhere you have made a conscious decision to remove yourself from the ones you know I ask about duty not because I wanted Gilbert to stay in a loveless marriage but because the concept of duty is also linked to a concept of justice What is it that we ought to do? What do we owe each other? Part of me felt that Gilbert took comfort in the non dual aspects of Eastern philisophies in a strange way She seemed almost relieved that the non duality of existence would ensure that one would not necessarily be punished by the universe for selfish deeds I felt like Gilbert embraced that aspect of the philosophy without realizing the equal importance those cultures place on the balancing notions of reciprocity duty of being social beings in the truest sense often taking it to the other negative extreme The lack of sense of obligation to anyone other than herself made Gilbert seem curiously dead to the contradictions around her She didn't seem perturbed at the abject poverty of the Indian women around her or to question if it was just She never wondered how a spiritual person should grapple with the injustice of the world nor did she seem to question the rightness of living in the midst of poverty in an artificial environment created to specifically cater to pampered Westerners In Indonesia she finally seems to see beyond herself to the suffering of others but when she does try to help someone it seems impulsive and done almost with carelessness so that the whole thing almost becomes a big messAfter all of this the end of the book just seemed to fall flat as Gilbert tried to wrap things up quickly crowning it all of course with a romance with a doting and exotic lover This book had a lot of potential but ultimately it seemed like a story about one woman's sense of entitlement and her inability to ever quite move beyond that though she does make some valiant efforts to do so