I was walking through the bookstore and there it was again, Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I’d been seeing it for months, floating from table to table at my local bookstore, and that afternoon I had seen an Oprah promo announcing that she was going to interview the author because it was her current book club selection. So I bought the book (yes, that is the power of Oprah whether authors and bibliophiles like it or not) and I took the book home knowing only that it was a nonfiction book about a woman who travels around the world for a year. I often have a nonfiction book going along with a novel, although I must admit lately that with my mom’s continued illness I have been having a difficult time concentrating and reading one book, let alone two. Still, I began to read Eat, Pray, Love that day, and although I’m not quite done, I’m loving every page. Ms. Gilbert writes like a best friend, penning letters from her adventures that are filled with humor, intelligence, history, and spiritual insight. So far I’ve eaten pizza and sipped rich red wine with her at a cafe in Italy, sat beside her in cave at a sacred ashram in India as she battled to quiet her rambling mind and heal her broken heart, and now we’re off to Bali to hang with a medicine man. I hope she doesn’t mind the company because I really do need to get out of the house.
Hi bookbabie, I agree with your review of “Eat, Pray, Love” completely. I mostly read nonfiction and memoirs, and this has to be one of my favorites to date!