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携卸, 屑芯谢懈 褋械 懈 芯斜懈褔邪泄
袝谢懈蟹邪斜械褌 袚懈谢斜褗褉褌 e 屑谢邪写邪 芯屑褗卸械薪邪 卸械薪邪, 泻芯褟褌芯 薪械 械 褖邪褋褌谢懈胁邪 芯褌 褋械屑械泄薪懈褟 褋懈 卸懈胁芯褌. 小谢械写 屑褗褔懈褌械谢械薪 褉邪蟹胁芯写 懈 斜褍褉薪邪 谢褞斜芯胁薪邪 胁褉褗蟹泻邪 褌褟 械 褋褗褋懈锌邪薪邪 懈 芯斜褗褉泻邪薪邪, 薪芯 懈 褋胁芯斜芯写薪邪 泻邪泻褌芯 薪懈泻芯谐邪 锌褉械写懈. 袥懈蟹 褋械 芯褌锌褉邪胁褟 薪邪 械写薪芯谐芯写懈褕薪芯 锌褗褌械褕械褋褌胁懈械 胁 褌褗褉褋械薪械 薪邪 褖邪褋褌懈械褌芯 懈 褉邪胁薪芯胁械褋懈械褌芯 胁 卸懈胁芯褌邪 褋懈. 袧邪泄-薪邪锌褉械写 锌褉械泻邪褉胁邪 褔械褌懈褉懈 屑械褋械褑邪 胁 袪懈屑, 泻褗写械褌芯 褍褔懈 懈褌邪谢懈邪薪褋泻懈 褋 锌芯屑芯褖褌邪 薪邪 泻褉邪褋懈胁懈 斜褉邪褌褟 斜谢懈蟹薪邪褑懈, 胁褗蟹写褗褉卸邪 褋械 芯褌 褉芯屑邪薪褌懈褔薪邪 芯斜胁褗褉蟹邪薪芯褋褌 (胁褗锌褉械泻懈 斜谢懈蟹薪邪褑懈褌械) 懈 薪邪锌褗谢薪褟胁邪 褋 写械褋械褌 泻懈谢芯谐褉邪屑邪. 小谢械写 褌芯胁邪 锌褉械泻邪褉胁邪 褔械褌懈褉懈 屑械褋械褑邪 胁 邪褕褉邪屑 胁 袠薪写懈褟, 泻褗写械褌芯 褍褋褌邪薪芯胁褟胁邪, 褔械 蟹邪 写邪 锌芯褋褌懈谐薪械褕 锌褉芯褋胁械褌谢械薪懈械, 褌褉褟斜胁邪 写邪 褋懈 谐芯褌芯胁 写芯褉懈 写邪 褋褌邪胁邪褕 锌芯褋褉械写 薪芯褖 懈 写邪 褌褗褉泻邪褕 锌芯写邪 薪邪 褏褉邪屑邪. 孝邪屑 褍褋锌褟胁邪 写邪 芯斜褍蟹写邪械 褔邪褋褌 芯褌 写械屑芯薪懈褌械 胁 褋械斜械 褋懈. 袧邪泻褉邪褟 褋械 芯蟹芯胁邪胁邪 薪邪 袘邪谢懈, 泻褗写械褌芯 斜械蟹蟹褗斜 褕邪屑邪薪 薪邪 薪械懈蟹胁械褋褌薪邪 胁褗蟹褉邪褋褌 泄 锌芯泻邪蟹胁邪 薪芯胁 锌褗褌 泻褗屑 锌芯泻芯褟 - 锌褉芯褋褌芯 褋械写懈 懈 褋械 褍褋屑懈褏胁邪泄. 袠 械褌芯 褔械 褖邪褋褌懈械褌芯 斜邪胁薪芯 锌褉芯锌褗谢蟹褟胁邪 胁 薪械褟 懈 褟 蟹邪胁谢邪写褟胁邪.
448 pages, Paperback
First published February 16, 2006
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About the author
Elizabeth Gilbert
76听books34.2k听followersElizabeth Gilbert is an award-winning writer of both fiction and non-fiction. Her short story collection Pilgrims was a finalist for the PEN/Hemingway award, and her novel Stern Men was a New York Times notable book. Her 2002 book The Last American Man was a finalist for both the National Book Award and the National Book Critic鈥檚 Circle Award.
Her memoir, Eat, Pray, Love, spent 57 weeks in the #1 spot on the New York Times paperback bestseller list. It has shipped over 6 million copies in the US and has been published in over thirty languages. A film adaptation of the book was released by Columbia Pictures with an all star cast: Julia Roberts as Gilbert, Javier Bardem as Felipe, James Franco as David, Billy Crudup as her ex-husband and Richard Jenkins as Richard from Texas.
Her latest novel, The Signature of All Things, will be available on October 1, 2013. The credit for her profile picture belongs to Jennifer Schatten.
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January 26, 2008
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 way.
As 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 it.It was more 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 more 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 mess.
After 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.
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 way.
As 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 it.It was more 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 more 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 mess.
After 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.
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February 9, 2008WHY? I cringe to think why so many women want to feel that this was a true spiritual journey. It was a pre-paid journey. The woman starts off with telling us over and over about how painful her divorce was, however she dismisses how it ever came to be that way. Leaving her audience only to guess it was so horrible she had to leave and find herself.
When asked in an interview if dumping her husband and pushing off wasn鈥檛 selfish, here is what Ms. Gilbert had to say:
"What is it about the American obsession with productivity and responsibility that makes it so difficult for us to allow ourselves a little time to solve the puzzle of our own lives, before it's too late?"
This statement alone tells so much. A responsibility towards a marriage and spouse is considered an unwanted "obsession" and one's own pursuit of happiness supercedes everything else? If a man decided to dump his wife and family to flee to the Himalayas to meditate we wouldn鈥檛 be calling it a spiritual journey...we would call it irresponsibility.
India: This when she got just a little too proud of herself. I grew so tired of her boasting about how all her decisions led to a higher plan of consciousness and a new appreciation for life and a new understanding of the universe at large.
And Bali was even worse. I was hoping the little old guy didn't remember her. Didn't that whole episode just turn out a little too cutely? And then she fell off her bike! She met her doctor friend, and bought her a house. And met an old guy, and then she did things to herself! And then she slept with the old guy. And of course she's better at that than any of us because she is now enlightened. And then she made a little rhyming couplet of a life in Australia, America, Bali, and Brazil. Double cringe.
Italy: The author's angst and shallow self-discovery and pretend real people met with the express purpose of reflecting what she would like to 'learn' (lessons that most of us will have learned far earlier in life before more interesting lessons presented themselves.)
To quote a phrase from the "Italy" section of this book, "cross the street" if you dare to even glance in a bookstore window and entertain a thought of buying this book. Elizabeth Gilbert has no ideas about life. Not only does she have nothing to teach, she has nothing to say. This book is so vicarious that it reveals a profound and deeply disturbing ignorance about the complexities of real life.
The author's observations about life are simplistic and her insights so embarrassingly undeveloped and unsophisticated that she comes across as a detached observer. There are very few passages in this book that reveal any real sense of transformation in her life. She never really seems to glean anything authentic or deeply affecting from any of her experiences. And because she has gained nothing, she has nothing to offer. The reader is frustrated and unable to connect with her on any level. This memoir not only lacks readability, it lacks any real humanity.
She is right when she says that she is not a traveler; she does not have the heart or spirit of a true traveler because she somehow remains deeply unaffected. She is merely a tourist, a spectator, barely scratching the surface of the lands she traverses, the people she encounters, and the experiences of what it means to be human. She fails to see the poverty that surrounds her, or maybe she sees it? She definitely never writes about it, maybe because it is not part of the road to any enlightenment.
In spite of her year long journey she is still unable to gain true insight or wisdom from her pain and struggles. There is no profoundness in her journey, whether it is personal or physical. This book is just a simple walk through a simple mind. She is not even a good enough writer to be able to cleverly disguise her childlike observations in beautifully crafted language. I would rather read the trail journals of a young backpacker any day. At least they are 'real.'
After reading the book, I wondered how it found its way to the bestseller list. I was perplexed by its popularity. So I did some research. As it turns out "Eat, Pray, Love" is an ideal industry example of how a publishing company can "create" a best seller from the printing of a trade paperback. In hard cover, this book only generated mediocre book sales in the year in was published. However, someone at Penguin adopted it as a "darling" and created a hard core campaign to sell the trade paperback.
Well when they said 鈥渉ere鈥檚 $200, 000. dollars Elizabeth, now go travel and don鈥檛 forget to eat, pray, and love 鈥� when you come back I will get you the best editor and we will both feel enlightened.鈥� So shallow, I cringe. I cringe even more for the women that buy into such shallowness.
If you really want to live with intention, live your journey here and now. YOUR here and now.
This book gets Zero stars.
When asked in an interview if dumping her husband and pushing off wasn鈥檛 selfish, here is what Ms. Gilbert had to say:
"What is it about the American obsession with productivity and responsibility that makes it so difficult for us to allow ourselves a little time to solve the puzzle of our own lives, before it's too late?"
This statement alone tells so much. A responsibility towards a marriage and spouse is considered an unwanted "obsession" and one's own pursuit of happiness supercedes everything else? If a man decided to dump his wife and family to flee to the Himalayas to meditate we wouldn鈥檛 be calling it a spiritual journey...we would call it irresponsibility.
India: This when she got just a little too proud of herself. I grew so tired of her boasting about how all her decisions led to a higher plan of consciousness and a new appreciation for life and a new understanding of the universe at large.
And Bali was even worse. I was hoping the little old guy didn't remember her. Didn't that whole episode just turn out a little too cutely? And then she fell off her bike! She met her doctor friend, and bought her a house. And met an old guy, and then she did things to herself! And then she slept with the old guy. And of course she's better at that than any of us because she is now enlightened. And then she made a little rhyming couplet of a life in Australia, America, Bali, and Brazil. Double cringe.
Italy: The author's angst and shallow self-discovery and pretend real people met with the express purpose of reflecting what she would like to 'learn' (lessons that most of us will have learned far earlier in life before more interesting lessons presented themselves.)
To quote a phrase from the "Italy" section of this book, "cross the street" if you dare to even glance in a bookstore window and entertain a thought of buying this book. Elizabeth Gilbert has no ideas about life. Not only does she have nothing to teach, she has nothing to say. This book is so vicarious that it reveals a profound and deeply disturbing ignorance about the complexities of real life.
The author's observations about life are simplistic and her insights so embarrassingly undeveloped and unsophisticated that she comes across as a detached observer. There are very few passages in this book that reveal any real sense of transformation in her life. She never really seems to glean anything authentic or deeply affecting from any of her experiences. And because she has gained nothing, she has nothing to offer. The reader is frustrated and unable to connect with her on any level. This memoir not only lacks readability, it lacks any real humanity.
She is right when she says that she is not a traveler; she does not have the heart or spirit of a true traveler because she somehow remains deeply unaffected. She is merely a tourist, a spectator, barely scratching the surface of the lands she traverses, the people she encounters, and the experiences of what it means to be human. She fails to see the poverty that surrounds her, or maybe she sees it? She definitely never writes about it, maybe because it is not part of the road to any enlightenment.
In spite of her year long journey she is still unable to gain true insight or wisdom from her pain and struggles. There is no profoundness in her journey, whether it is personal or physical. This book is just a simple walk through a simple mind. She is not even a good enough writer to be able to cleverly disguise her childlike observations in beautifully crafted language. I would rather read the trail journals of a young backpacker any day. At least they are 'real.'
After reading the book, I wondered how it found its way to the bestseller list. I was perplexed by its popularity. So I did some research. As it turns out "Eat, Pray, Love" is an ideal industry example of how a publishing company can "create" a best seller from the printing of a trade paperback. In hard cover, this book only generated mediocre book sales in the year in was published. However, someone at Penguin adopted it as a "darling" and created a hard core campaign to sell the trade paperback.
Well when they said 鈥渉ere鈥檚 $200, 000. dollars Elizabeth, now go travel and don鈥檛 forget to eat, pray, and love 鈥� when you come back I will get you the best editor and we will both feel enlightened.鈥� So shallow, I cringe. I cringe even more for the women that buy into such shallowness.
If you really want to live with intention, live your journey here and now. YOUR here and now.
This book gets Zero stars.
May 23, 2019
Eat Pray Love is the monologue of a Neurotic American Princess ("Liz") in her mid thirties. The first few chapters background the rest of the book, a confessional that tells how she came to find her 8 year marriage distasteful, realised she wasn't keen on the next 'logical' step which is apparently to fill her expansive apartment with children, and plunges into an impotent depression. Without even getting drunk.
One night, whilst bawling on the bathroom floor, a habit she has grown fond of, she is struck by a flakey attack of twattery. Being an American, this experience manifests itself as finding some kind of God or thereabouts*. Naturally, she resolves to leave her husband. Her husband isn't keen on this development, and, Liz finds that, strangely, he takes poorly to having his heart shattered into a million pieces.
Husband behaves badly, and our protagonist feels hurt and sad. But, no matter, because before long Liz hooks up with the sexy, exciting yoga chanting David, who takes a five minute break from his headlong charge toward floaty Thai fisherman's pants, a thin ponytail and male pattern baldness to rattle her well-bred bones. Liz drinks deeply from lust's stagnant well.
But divorce negotiations do drag on, leaving Liz, once again, bawling on the bathroom floor. This time however, it's David's bathroom floor. And David, it seems, is unimpressed by such displays. It seems men are interested in women for their unique and interesting qualities, and unless you are Bob Dylan, melancholy gets old, fast. (Incidentally, if you find a chap who does like this constant emo-drama, then run).
Here's what really bothers me about this book. Eat Pray Love is a New York Times bestseller. It was recommended to me by a friend, a woman, who is a successful publisher in her own right. According to her, this is the best book she has read this year. It's been a short year.
In short, she isn't given to fawning excesses that one might expect from anyone who doesn't think this book should have been printed on softer paper (I think 3 ply would about do it). So I was surprised by her ringing endorsement.
I am told, you see, that women 'get' this book. Which means they sympathise and understand it. I bet its on Oprah's Fucking Book List.
With this in mind, here's what I will say when I am invited to Oprah's Fucking Book club:
[feminist rant:]
Women! You will get to the end of this book and may still be under the illusion that it is not your responsibility to make yourself happy. Whereas, it is, in fact, your own responsibility to make yourself happy. Being happy without being with a man does not trivialise love. You should find challenges, entertainment, fun, excitement, passion, the thrill of mastery and satisfaction of achievement through your own doings, not who you are doing. Love might enhance this. It cannot substitute this.
Can you imagine if men felt so "incomplete" without women? When did is become acceptable for men to be our projects? When did it become acceptable for women to be defined by "their" men?, as if something less than this arrangement denigrates the sanctity of "a relationship". Fuck - until I read this book I thought I'd dealt feminism a crippling blow by jack-knifing the trailer this morning. I look like Susan Sontag in gumboots compared to this book.
In EPL, the author's only explanation for her pathetic simpering twattery is that she is "as affectionate as a cross between a Golden Retriever and a barnacle". This is supposed to tell us why her sex life resembles pollen in a strong breeze.
To her, and all other Oprah book clubbers who 'get' this book: get a Golden Retriever. Or barnacles. Or maybe a Golden Retriever with barnacles. But for sweet knit-one-purl-one-Christ, leave this book on the shelf.
*Post Script; I'm not anti American, I lived there and many of the best people I know are Americans. I have, however, noticed a peculiar enthusiasm for Godliness in the land of the free.
One night, whilst bawling on the bathroom floor, a habit she has grown fond of, she is struck by a flakey attack of twattery. Being an American, this experience manifests itself as finding some kind of God or thereabouts*. Naturally, she resolves to leave her husband. Her husband isn't keen on this development, and, Liz finds that, strangely, he takes poorly to having his heart shattered into a million pieces.
Husband behaves badly, and our protagonist feels hurt and sad. But, no matter, because before long Liz hooks up with the sexy, exciting yoga chanting David, who takes a five minute break from his headlong charge toward floaty Thai fisherman's pants, a thin ponytail and male pattern baldness to rattle her well-bred bones. Liz drinks deeply from lust's stagnant well.
But divorce negotiations do drag on, leaving Liz, once again, bawling on the bathroom floor. This time however, it's David's bathroom floor. And David, it seems, is unimpressed by such displays. It seems men are interested in women for their unique and interesting qualities, and unless you are Bob Dylan, melancholy gets old, fast. (Incidentally, if you find a chap who does like this constant emo-drama, then run).
Here's what really bothers me about this book. Eat Pray Love is a New York Times bestseller. It was recommended to me by a friend, a woman, who is a successful publisher in her own right. According to her, this is the best book she has read this year. It's been a short year.
In short, she isn't given to fawning excesses that one might expect from anyone who doesn't think this book should have been printed on softer paper (I think 3 ply would about do it). So I was surprised by her ringing endorsement.
I am told, you see, that women 'get' this book. Which means they sympathise and understand it. I bet its on Oprah's Fucking Book List.
With this in mind, here's what I will say when I am invited to Oprah's Fucking Book club:
[feminist rant:]
Women! You will get to the end of this book and may still be under the illusion that it is not your responsibility to make yourself happy. Whereas, it is, in fact, your own responsibility to make yourself happy. Being happy without being with a man does not trivialise love. You should find challenges, entertainment, fun, excitement, passion, the thrill of mastery and satisfaction of achievement through your own doings, not who you are doing. Love might enhance this. It cannot substitute this.
Can you imagine if men felt so "incomplete" without women? When did is become acceptable for men to be our projects? When did it become acceptable for women to be defined by "their" men?, as if something less than this arrangement denigrates the sanctity of "a relationship". Fuck - until I read this book I thought I'd dealt feminism a crippling blow by jack-knifing the trailer this morning. I look like Susan Sontag in gumboots compared to this book.
In EPL, the author's only explanation for her pathetic simpering twattery is that she is "as affectionate as a cross between a Golden Retriever and a barnacle". This is supposed to tell us why her sex life resembles pollen in a strong breeze.
To her, and all other Oprah book clubbers who 'get' this book: get a Golden Retriever. Or barnacles. Or maybe a Golden Retriever with barnacles. But for sweet knit-one-purl-one-Christ, leave this book on the shelf.
*Post Script; I'm not anti American, I lived there and many of the best people I know are Americans. I have, however, noticed a peculiar enthusiasm for Godliness in the land of the free.
March 8, 2008
Don't bother with this book.
It took me nearly a year to finish it. I was so disgusted by the writer's apparent lack of awareness of her own privilege, her trite observations, and the unbelievably shallow way in which she represents a journey initiated by grief, that I initially couldn't bear to read beyond Italy. Like others who have written here, I made myself pick the book up again because so many people have raved about it, and I made myself finish it, hoping all the while there would be some redemptive insight or at least some small kernel of originality or wisdom. I was sorely disappointed. Liz is so obsessed with male attention throughout the book (in every section, she expounds in great detail on her flirtations with men, many of whom seem to "take care of her" or compliment her on her wit, beauty, or charm), that it makes her self-described quest to learn to be alone seem absurd and farcical. She does not have a feminist bone in her body; shocking for a woman who is purportedly on a quest for self-discovery after what she describes as a "devastaing divorce." She seems to have absolutely no capacity for self-awareness or reflection in this regard, and her superficial treatment of this and other aspects of her psyche bored me to tears. Basically, this memoir accounts her flirting her way across the globe into a new relationship, with little to no growth in self awareness that I can perceive. Even in India, her purported time of inward reflection, she attaches her herself to the likes of Richard from Texas, who seems a cross between a father figure and object of flirtation. Ultimately, she falls in love with a man much older than she, who seems to dote on her in quite a paternalistic way. When she spends pages talking about her bladder infection from too much sex, I have to question what her intentions are in writing about this? Why do we need to know about her bladder infection? What does it add to our understanding of her quest? To me, it says only, "Look! I'm desirable!" Not so interesting.
Additionally, her brand of spirituality certainly does not come close to transcending the fashionable Western obsession with all things Eastern, particularly Buddhism and the ashram culture. That a Westerner could go to India on her spiritual quest and have absolutely no awareness of 1) her gross appropriation of another culture's religion, and 2) the abject poverty that surrounds her, is inexusable. She oozes privilege at every turn, and that privilege remains unacknowledged and unexamined.
I was willing to look past my initial reaction that the end of a relationship is not, in the grand scheme of things, "that bad;" everyone's suffering certainly has its own validity. However, I was unable to muster much empathy for Elizabeth Gilbert despite my attempts to overcome my disgust at her shallow preoccupation.
Ultimately, this woman had nothing to teach me (other than that I should trust my own instincts to abandon a book when I have such a strong reaction of dislike from page one). I am sorry I spent the time and energy trying to finish it. I happened to read somewhere that she has recently bought a church in Manhattan which she is converting into her personal living space. And this is enlightenment? I am sickened that Paramount has bought the rights to the book for a motion picture, and that she stands to make even more money than she already has on this insipid memoir.
It took me nearly a year to finish it. I was so disgusted by the writer's apparent lack of awareness of her own privilege, her trite observations, and the unbelievably shallow way in which she represents a journey initiated by grief, that I initially couldn't bear to read beyond Italy. Like others who have written here, I made myself pick the book up again because so many people have raved about it, and I made myself finish it, hoping all the while there would be some redemptive insight or at least some small kernel of originality or wisdom. I was sorely disappointed. Liz is so obsessed with male attention throughout the book (in every section, she expounds in great detail on her flirtations with men, many of whom seem to "take care of her" or compliment her on her wit, beauty, or charm), that it makes her self-described quest to learn to be alone seem absurd and farcical. She does not have a feminist bone in her body; shocking for a woman who is purportedly on a quest for self-discovery after what she describes as a "devastaing divorce." She seems to have absolutely no capacity for self-awareness or reflection in this regard, and her superficial treatment of this and other aspects of her psyche bored me to tears. Basically, this memoir accounts her flirting her way across the globe into a new relationship, with little to no growth in self awareness that I can perceive. Even in India, her purported time of inward reflection, she attaches her herself to the likes of Richard from Texas, who seems a cross between a father figure and object of flirtation. Ultimately, she falls in love with a man much older than she, who seems to dote on her in quite a paternalistic way. When she spends pages talking about her bladder infection from too much sex, I have to question what her intentions are in writing about this? Why do we need to know about her bladder infection? What does it add to our understanding of her quest? To me, it says only, "Look! I'm desirable!" Not so interesting.
Additionally, her brand of spirituality certainly does not come close to transcending the fashionable Western obsession with all things Eastern, particularly Buddhism and the ashram culture. That a Westerner could go to India on her spiritual quest and have absolutely no awareness of 1) her gross appropriation of another culture's religion, and 2) the abject poverty that surrounds her, is inexusable. She oozes privilege at every turn, and that privilege remains unacknowledged and unexamined.
I was willing to look past my initial reaction that the end of a relationship is not, in the grand scheme of things, "that bad;" everyone's suffering certainly has its own validity. However, I was unable to muster much empathy for Elizabeth Gilbert despite my attempts to overcome my disgust at her shallow preoccupation.
Ultimately, this woman had nothing to teach me (other than that I should trust my own instincts to abandon a book when I have such a strong reaction of dislike from page one). I am sorry I spent the time and energy trying to finish it. I happened to read somewhere that she has recently bought a church in Manhattan which she is converting into her personal living space. And this is enlightenment? I am sickened that Paramount has bought the rights to the book for a motion picture, and that she stands to make even more money than she already has on this insipid memoir.
May 1, 2008
This was one of those books I will read over and over again. All those cynics out there who criticize Gilbert for writing a "too cutesy" memoir that seems beyond belief and who claim that she is selfish for leaving her responsibility are clearly missing the point. First, she did not write the book to inspire you. She wrote it as her own memoir--you can agree or disagree with how she went about her "enlightenment," but you cannot judge her for how she found happiness. It is her memoir, not yours. You can achieve enlightement by whatever means you want. Second, to call her irresponsible for leaving responsibilities behind is absurd. She was in an unhappy marriage. You cannot force yourself to be happy. I applaud her for doing something that many people are afraid to do. She had no children and so the responsibilities she neglected were minimal.
I also suspect that those of you who didn't enjoy the book could not relate to it. You have never suffered a life-changing tragedy. You have never felt paralyzed by fear, anger, or disappointment. You have never had to go through a healing process that seems endless. You have never felt lost. That's great for you, but unfortunately that makes it hard for you to relate to this memoir.
Finally, those of you who found her story too unbelievable have probably never felt the joy of traveling the world. There is no better way to discover yourself than getting out of your comfort zone and immersing yourself in someone else's.
Traveling the world is not self-indulgent. If doing what we want to or enjoy doing is self-indulgent, then we are all guilty. If you are enjoying an ice-cream sundae, meeting your friends for a night out, or a good work out, you are being self indulgent.
My guess is that those of you who didn't find the value in this book are unhappy with your own life. Perhaps you should be a little more self-indulgent yourself.
I also suspect that those of you who didn't enjoy the book could not relate to it. You have never suffered a life-changing tragedy. You have never felt paralyzed by fear, anger, or disappointment. You have never had to go through a healing process that seems endless. You have never felt lost. That's great for you, but unfortunately that makes it hard for you to relate to this memoir.
Finally, those of you who found her story too unbelievable have probably never felt the joy of traveling the world. There is no better way to discover yourself than getting out of your comfort zone and immersing yourself in someone else's.
Traveling the world is not self-indulgent. If doing what we want to or enjoy doing is self-indulgent, then we are all guilty. If you are enjoying an ice-cream sundae, meeting your friends for a night out, or a good work out, you are being self indulgent.
My guess is that those of you who didn't find the value in this book are unhappy with your own life. Perhaps you should be a little more self-indulgent yourself.
May 4, 2008
I am embarrassed to read this book in public.
The title and the flowery, pasta-y cover screams, "I'm a book that contains the relentless rants of a neurotic 34 year-old-woman."
So, I'm afraid that the strangers on the Metro will think I identify with her.
But in the comfort of my own bed, I am totally falling for this memoir. Yes, Gilbert is emotionally self-indulgent (are we supposed to feel bad that she lost both houses in the divorce?), annoying (she's just tickled when she gains 23 pounds after eating her way through Italy) and often really immature (oh! The endless, endless crying).
Then again, this is a memoir and when the writing is just so clever, so hospitable, so damn funny, it's really hard to hold that against Gilbert in the end.
The plot goes something like this: A 30-year-old writer has everything she wants, including several successful books, a husband and two houses. When she realizes she doesn't want to have kids and that she's not happy after all, she has a breakdown and leaves her husband. In the process, she realizes she has no identity.
Boo-hoo.
But instead, Gilbert decides to pack up and visit Italy, India and Indonesia, three places she hopes will ultimately bring her the inner balance she's been longing for. (And on the surface, this book is a really entertaining travel essay. Gilbert has this wonderfully quirky way of describing everything: A piece of pizza, a gelato. And the people.)
It's on her travels that I start to identify with Gilbert. When I was 21, I spent four months traveling in Australia. Just like Gilbert during her first weeks in Italy, I was totally elated by my freedom.
But about two weeks in, the loneliness came around and so did the anxiety.
My typical day started with this inner monologue: "I have to get to the museum before noon, so I can fit in the sea kayaking trip at 2. And then I have to rush to the grocery store to get food to make dinner in the stinking hostel kitchen because god forbid I go out to eat causeIHAVETOMAKETHEMONEYLASTFORTHREEMOREMONTHS!!!!"
Yikes. How I envied the Eurotrash who could just sit by the hostel pool and read all day. But if I didn't do everything, then I would have failed at traveling.
In retrospect, Australia was a turning-point in my young life. I had no idea that this "go-go-go" attitude was how I had been living for years. No wonder people thought I was uptight. Relaxing had never come easy to me, and it never will, but I'm getting a lot better at letting go and not worrying about seeing every last museum... so-to-speak.
Gilbert ruminates on this topic quite a bit in her book. Her first moment of true, unfettered happiness comes when she poaches some eggs and eats some asparagus on the floor of her apartment. So simple, but so fulfilling.
In India, she writes that "life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death." Gilbert is living in an Ashram, a place where people come to meditate and experience divinity. She's not very good at it, and she wonders if all the energy she's spent chasing the next experience has kept her from enjoying anything. At this point in the book, I find myself wondering if Gilbert wants to be there at all. Perhaps going to an Ashram was the thing she thought she should do, not what she wanted to do. I sure as hell wouldn't.
What I really love about "Eat, Pray, Love" is that it's all about asking the simple question, "what do I want," a question that would have come in handy in Australia and numerous other times in my life. It's so hard for some people, including me, and it really shouldn't be. I think that when you can honestly answer that question ("No. I don't want to go to that discussion on post-modernism, even though I realize that I should be interested in it and it would make me a lot cooler in your eyes. Really, I just want to watch back-to-back episodes of "Scrubs") you're well on your way to realizing your own identity and being ok with whoever that person is.
The title and the flowery, pasta-y cover screams, "I'm a book that contains the relentless rants of a neurotic 34 year-old-woman."
So, I'm afraid that the strangers on the Metro will think I identify with her.
But in the comfort of my own bed, I am totally falling for this memoir. Yes, Gilbert is emotionally self-indulgent (are we supposed to feel bad that she lost both houses in the divorce?), annoying (she's just tickled when she gains 23 pounds after eating her way through Italy) and often really immature (oh! The endless, endless crying).
Then again, this is a memoir and when the writing is just so clever, so hospitable, so damn funny, it's really hard to hold that against Gilbert in the end.
The plot goes something like this: A 30-year-old writer has everything she wants, including several successful books, a husband and two houses. When she realizes she doesn't want to have kids and that she's not happy after all, she has a breakdown and leaves her husband. In the process, she realizes she has no identity.
Boo-hoo.
But instead, Gilbert decides to pack up and visit Italy, India and Indonesia, three places she hopes will ultimately bring her the inner balance she's been longing for. (And on the surface, this book is a really entertaining travel essay. Gilbert has this wonderfully quirky way of describing everything: A piece of pizza, a gelato. And the people.)
It's on her travels that I start to identify with Gilbert. When I was 21, I spent four months traveling in Australia. Just like Gilbert during her first weeks in Italy, I was totally elated by my freedom.
But about two weeks in, the loneliness came around and so did the anxiety.
My typical day started with this inner monologue: "I have to get to the museum before noon, so I can fit in the sea kayaking trip at 2. And then I have to rush to the grocery store to get food to make dinner in the stinking hostel kitchen because god forbid I go out to eat causeIHAVETOMAKETHEMONEYLASTFORTHREEMOREMONTHS!!!!"
Yikes. How I envied the Eurotrash who could just sit by the hostel pool and read all day. But if I didn't do everything, then I would have failed at traveling.
In retrospect, Australia was a turning-point in my young life. I had no idea that this "go-go-go" attitude was how I had been living for years. No wonder people thought I was uptight. Relaxing had never come easy to me, and it never will, but I'm getting a lot better at letting go and not worrying about seeing every last museum... so-to-speak.
Gilbert ruminates on this topic quite a bit in her book. Her first moment of true, unfettered happiness comes when she poaches some eggs and eats some asparagus on the floor of her apartment. So simple, but so fulfilling.
In India, she writes that "life, if you keep chasing it so hard, will drive you to death." Gilbert is living in an Ashram, a place where people come to meditate and experience divinity. She's not very good at it, and she wonders if all the energy she's spent chasing the next experience has kept her from enjoying anything. At this point in the book, I find myself wondering if Gilbert wants to be there at all. Perhaps going to an Ashram was the thing she thought she should do, not what she wanted to do. I sure as hell wouldn't.
What I really love about "Eat, Pray, Love" is that it's all about asking the simple question, "what do I want," a question that would have come in handy in Australia and numerous other times in my life. It's so hard for some people, including me, and it really shouldn't be. I think that when you can honestly answer that question ("No. I don't want to go to that discussion on post-modernism, even though I realize that I should be interested in it and it would make me a lot cooler in your eyes. Really, I just want to watch back-to-back episodes of "Scrubs") you're well on your way to realizing your own identity and being ok with whoever that person is.
February 3, 2016
I found this book unbelievably phoney.
I hated this so much that I got up early this morning to finish it and gave my copy to the library and honestly, I'm not too proud of that.
To me it just felt so insincere that there's no chance I would have made it past the second chapter had it not been for book club obligations.
I enjoyed her writing style, but I absolutely could not warm to her at all. To be fair, I do think she would be an excellent travel writer.
The section on India was agony to read.
I have met enough people freshly returned from Indian ashrams to know that they often seem a tad self absorbed and I also suspect that they really only get up at 3am so that they have even more "me" time.
She didn't do much to alter my opinion.
Honestly, this woman meditated longer, harder and bluer than anyone else has, past or present. She won the meditation competition that no-one was actually having.
Possibly it was not enlightenment that she found, but simply that she finally became completely self absorbed.
Easy mistake to make.
I hated this so much that I got up early this morning to finish it and gave my copy to the library and honestly, I'm not too proud of that.
To me it just felt so insincere that there's no chance I would have made it past the second chapter had it not been for book club obligations.
I enjoyed her writing style, but I absolutely could not warm to her at all. To be fair, I do think she would be an excellent travel writer.
The section on India was agony to read.
I have met enough people freshly returned from Indian ashrams to know that they often seem a tad self absorbed and I also suspect that they really only get up at 3am so that they have even more "me" time.
She didn't do much to alter my opinion.
Honestly, this woman meditated longer, harder and bluer than anyone else has, past or present. She won the meditation competition that no-one was actually having.
Possibly it was not enlightenment that she found, but simply that she finally became completely self absorbed.
Easy mistake to make.
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March 8, 2012
Shallow, self-indulgent and mired in the sort of liberal American obsession with "oriental" exoticism that is uniquely offensive because it is treated as enobling by its purveyors. She treats the rest of the world as though it exists for the consumption of jaded, rich, white Americans and this book is a monument to that sort of arrogance and ignorance.
November 30, 2022
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1. 噩夭亍 :賰賱賴 賷丿賱毓 賳賮爻賴
丕賳丕 丕賮囟賱 噩夭亍 丕賷胤丕賱賷丕 亘丕賱胤亘毓 賲孬賱 丕賱丕睾賱亘賷丞 " ....丕賷胤丕賱賷丕 賴賷 賲賴乇亘 賲丨胤賲賷 丕賱賯賱賵亘 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 賰賱賴 ..賵 毓賳丿賲丕 夭乇鬲賴丕 賮賴賲鬲
噩賵賴丕 賴賵 丕賱丕賮囟賱 毓賱賶 丕賱丕胤賱丕賯 ..丕賴賱賴丕 "亘丕賷毓賷賳 賰賱 丕賱賯囟丕賷丕 " 亘卮賰賱 賱賳 鬲鬲禺賷賱賴 賲丕 賱賲 鬲乇丕賴賲 .. 賷賲丕乇爻賵賳 丕毓賲丕賱賴賲 亘丕賳卮乇丕丨 睾乇賷亘 ..賷鬲毓丕賲賱賵賳 賲毓 丕亘卮毓 丕賱賲賵囟賵毓丕鬲 亘鬲亘爻胤 賲乇賷亘..賱匕丕 賴賲 丕賮囟賱 丕賱賲鬲毓丕賲賱賷賳 賲毓 丕賱爻賷丕丨 賵 丕賱賴丕乇亘賷賳 賵 丕賱賳丕賯賲賷賷賳
噩夭亍 : 賮賵賯 亘賯賶
亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賷 噩丕亍 噩夭亍 丕賱賴賳丿 賮賷 賲噩賲賱賴 賲賲賱丕 噩丿丕 ..賮丕賱鬲丕賲賱 賷賲丕乇爻 賵 賱丕 賷鬲賲 丕賱賰鬲丕亘丞 毓賳賴. .賵 賯丿 賳氐賱锟斤拷 卮賴賵乇丕 賵 丕毓賵丕賲 賱賳氐賱 丕禺賷乇丕 賱賱氐賱丕丞 丕賱鬲賷 賳乇囟賶 毓賳賴丕 ..賮賳丨賳 賲賳 賳丨鬲丕噩 賱賱鬲賵丕氐賱 賲毓 丕賱賱賴 鬲毓丕賱賶 賵 賴匕丕 賯丿 賷丨丿孬 賮賷 睾乇賮鬲賰 丕賱禺丕氐丞 貨毓賱賶 丕賱亘丨乇貨 賮賷 丕賱賲爻噩丿 ..丕賷 賲賰丕賳 賵 賱賷爻 賲賳 丕賱囟乇賵乇賷 丕亘丿丕 丕賳 賷賰賵賳 賮賷 丕賱賴賳丿
噩夭亍 3 : 丕賳鬲 賲毓賱賲
丕賱胤亘賷亘 丕賱丨賰賷賲 丕賱賰賷賵鬲" 賰鬲賵鬲" 賷賮毓賱 丕賱賲爻鬲丨賷賱 賱賷爻賯賷 丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 丨賰賲丞 丕賴賱 丕賱卮乇賯 賵 賷卮乇丨 賱賴丕 丕賳 賴賳丕賰 丕乇亘毓丞 兀爻乇丕乇 賱賱爻毓丕丿丞 賵 丕賱丕賲丕賳 賴賷
丕賱匕賰丕亍..丕賱氐丿丕賯丞 ..丕賱賯賵丞 ..賵 丕賱卮毓乇! !丕
to be safe and happy in life: intelligence, friendship, strength, and poetry
賵 賱丕賳賷 賱丕 丕丨亘 丕賱卮毓乇 賱賳 丕丨氐賱 毓賱賶 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞 丕匕賳 馃槩賱丕 賴賳丕 賵 賱丕 賮賷 亘丕賱賷
丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 卮丕乇賰鬲 丕賴賱 丕賱亘賱丕丿 丕賱孬賱丕孬丞 丕賱鬲賷 夭丕乇鬲賴丕 丕賮乇丕丨賴賲 賵 丕鬲乇丕丨賴賲..胤毓丕賲賴賲 賵 亘毓囟 丕賵噩丕毓賴賲..賰賱 匕賱賰 賵 賴賷 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 丕賷賲丕賳賴丕 ..毓賳 爻賱丕賲賴丕 丕賱賲賳卮賵丿 ..毓賳 丕賱賯賱賷賱 賲賳 賰賱 卮賷亍 ..
賱匕丕 噩丕亍 賰鬲丕亘賴丕 賮賷 孬賱孬賴 丕賱兀賵賱貨 賰賰鬲丕亘 丕賱丕丨賱丕賲 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賰賱 丕賱賲賯賷丿丕鬲
賰鬲丕亘 丕賱乇丨賱丕鬲 丕賱賳賲賵匕噩賷 丕賱匕賷 賳丨賱賲 亘賴 噩賲賷毓丕
賵賱賰賳 賲賳 丕賱賲賲賰賳 丕賳 賳賮毓賱 匕賱賰 噩賲賷毓丕 賮賷 爻賮乇丕鬲賳丕 丕賱丿丕禺賱賷丞 賵 丕賱禺丕乇噩賷丞 : 賳鬲毓丕賲賱 亘亘爻丕胤丞 貨 亘丕亘鬲爻丕賲丞 貨 賳爻丕賮乇 賵丨丿賳丕 丕丨賷丕賳丕 賱賳鬲乇賰 賮乇氐丞 賱賱鬲賯丕乇亘 丕賱丕賳爻丕賳賷 ..賱賷爻 賲賳 丕賱囟乇賵乇賷 丕賳 賳賲賰孬 卮賴賵乇丕 賵 兀毓賵丕賲 ..賵 賱丕 丕賳 賳賳賮賯 200丕賱賮 丿賵賱丕乇 賵 賱丕 賳丨乇賯 賲乇丕賰亘賳丕 賯亘賱 丕賱爻賮乇
丕丨賷丕賳丕 丕賱賷賵賲 丕賱賵丕丨丿 賷賯乇亘賰 賲賲賳 賱丕 鬲毓乇賮賴 兀賰孬乇 賲賳 亘毓囟 丕賴賱賰
丕賱賲賴賲 丕賳 鬲賮鬲丨 賯賱亘賰
賵 亘丕賱胤亘毓 毓賱賶 乇兀爻賴賲 : 丕賱爻賷乇丞 丕賱匕丕鬲賷丞 /賰鬲丕亘 丕賱乇丨賱丕鬲: 胤毓丕賲.氐賱丕丞..丨亘
鬲賳噩丨 賰鬲亘 乇丨賷賱 丕賱賳爻丕亍 亘亘爻丕胤丞 : 賱丕賳 丕賱兀卮噩丕乇 賱丕 鬲鬲丨乇賰 .
賳丨賳 賲賳 賳匕賴亘 丕賱賷賴丕 ..
賵 丕賱賲乇兀丞 =卮噩乇丞 賮胤乇賴丕 丕賱賱賴 毓賱賶 孬亘丕鬲 噩匕賵乇賴丕 賮賷 丕賱丕乇囟 賲賴賲丕 丨丿孬 賱鬲爻鬲賲乇 丕賱丨賷丕丞..賯丿 鬲爻丕賮乇 賵丨丿賴丕 賯賱賷賱丕 噩丿丕 : 兀爻丕亘賷毓 賱賱毓賲賱 丕賵 賱賱爻賷丕丨丞 賱賰賳賴丕 鬲毓賵丿 爻乇賷毓丕 噩丿丕 ..賮賷 丕賱卮乇賯 賵 丕賱睾乇亘 賵 丕賱卮賲丕賱 賵 丕賱噩賳賵亘 ..爻鬲氐賱 丕賱賲乇兀丞 丿丕卅賲丕 賱賵囟毓 丕賱卮噩乇丞 賲賴賲丕 鬲兀禺乇鬲..賮賴賱 乇丕賷鬲 卮噩乇丞 鬲賳禺賱毓 賵 鬲噩乇賷 丕賱丕 賮賷 賮賷賱賲 爻賷丿 丕賱禺賵丕鬲賲責責
賵 賰賱 廿賲乇兀丞 賮賷 賵賯鬲 賲丕 鬲爻兀賲 丕賱孬亘丕鬲 賵 賵囟毓 丕賱卮噩乇丞 賵 鬲鬲賲賳賷 賵 鬲丨賱賲 丕賳 鬲賮毓賱 賲孬賱 丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 / 賮乇丕賳爻賷爻 / 爻丕乇丞
鬲亘丿丕 賲賳 噩丿賷丿 賮賷 丕賷 賲賰丕賳 亘毓賷丿..賱丕 賱賳 鬲賰賵賳 胤賲賵丨丞 噩丿丕 賵 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 卮賷亍 賲孬賱 丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 ..亘賱 賮賯胤 .. 鬲賴乇亘 賲賳 禺賷亘丕鬲 丕賲賱 賵 賯賴乇 賵 禺匕賱丕賳 賵 毓賱丕賯丕鬲 賲賷鬲丞 賵 丕丨賱丕賲 賲噩賴囟丞
亘丕丨鬲 丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 亘丕賱賲爻賰賵鬲 毓賳賴..賵 賮毓賱鬲 賲丕 丨賱賲鬲 亘賴 賰賱 賳爻丕亍 丕賱丕乇囟 賲賴賲丕 丕賳賰乇賳 : 賷賳胤賱賯賳 亘丨孬丕賸 毓賳 丕賱爻賱丕賲 丕賱賳賮爻賷 賵 丕賱丨乇賷丞
毓賳丿賲丕 鬲賯乇丕 毓賱賶 賱爻丕賳 丕賲乇丕丞 孬賱丕孬賷賳賷丞 丕賳賴丕 "賱丕 鬲乇賷丿 丕賳 鬲賰賵賳 賲鬲夭賵噩丞 亘毓丿 丕賱賷賵賲!! 賵 丕賱丕丿賴賷 丕賳賴丕 鬲乇賮囟 鬲賲丕賲丕 丕賳 鬲賰賵賳 丕賲丕 ..賱丕賳賴丕 鬲毓賱賲 丕賳 丕賱丕亘賳丕亍 亘亘爻丕胤丞 : " 賱賰賲丕鬲 賮賷 丕賱賵噩賴 " 賵 賴賲 噩匕賵乇 丕賱卮噩乇丞 ..丕匕賳 賳丨賳 賴賳丕 丕賲丕賲 丕爻鬲孬賳丕亍 丨賯賷賯賷 賱丕賳賴丕 爻賷乇丞 匕丕鬲賷丞
丨鬲賶 賱賵 賱賲 丕鬲賮賯 賲毓賴丕 賲胤賱賯丕 賮賷 賮乇丿賷鬲賴丕 賵 丕賳丕賳賷鬲賴丕 賱賰賳賷 賱賳 丕丨賰賲 毓賱賶 賲爻賷乇鬲賴丕 丕賱卮禺氐賷丞 賵 丕禺鬲賷丕乇丕鬲賴丕 . . 亘賱 賮賯胤 毓賱賶 賰鬲丕亘賴丕
丕賱氐丿賯 孬賲 丕賱氐丿賯 賵 丕禺賷乇丕 賯賱賷賱 賲賳 丕賱鬲氐賳毓 賴賵 賲丕 賷賲賷夭 賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 丕賱孬乇賷 丕賱賲賯爻賲 賱3丕噩夭丕亍
1. 噩夭亍 :賰賱賴 賷丿賱毓 賳賮爻賴
丕賳丕 丕賮囟賱 噩夭亍 丕賷胤丕賱賷丕 亘丕賱胤亘毓 賲孬賱 丕賱丕睾賱亘賷丞 " ....丕賷胤丕賱賷丕 賴賷 賲賴乇亘 賲丨胤賲賷 丕賱賯賱賵亘 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 賰賱賴 ..賵 毓賳丿賲丕 夭乇鬲賴丕 賮賴賲鬲
噩賵賴丕 賴賵 丕賱丕賮囟賱 毓賱賶 丕賱丕胤賱丕賯 ..丕賴賱賴丕 "亘丕賷毓賷賳 賰賱 丕賱賯囟丕賷丕 " 亘卮賰賱 賱賳 鬲鬲禺賷賱賴 賲丕 賱賲 鬲乇丕賴賲 .. 賷賲丕乇爻賵賳 丕毓賲丕賱賴賲 亘丕賳卮乇丕丨 睾乇賷亘 ..賷鬲毓丕賲賱賵賳 賲毓 丕亘卮毓 丕賱賲賵囟賵毓丕鬲 亘鬲亘爻胤 賲乇賷亘..賱匕丕 賴賲 丕賮囟賱 丕賱賲鬲毓丕賲賱賷賳 賲毓 丕賱爻賷丕丨 賵 丕賱賴丕乇亘賷賳 賵 丕賱賳丕賯賲賷賷賳
噩夭亍 : 賮賵賯 亘賯賶
亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賷 噩丕亍 噩夭亍 丕賱賴賳丿 賮賷 賲噩賲賱賴 賲賲賱丕 噩丿丕 ..賮丕賱鬲丕賲賱 賷賲丕乇爻 賵 賱丕 賷鬲賲 丕賱賰鬲丕亘丞 毓賳賴. .賵 賯丿 賳氐賱锟斤拷 卮賴賵乇丕 賵 丕毓賵丕賲 賱賳氐賱 丕禺賷乇丕 賱賱氐賱丕丞 丕賱鬲賷 賳乇囟賶 毓賳賴丕 ..賮賳丨賳 賲賳 賳丨鬲丕噩 賱賱鬲賵丕氐賱 賲毓 丕賱賱賴 鬲毓丕賱賶 賵 賴匕丕 賯丿 賷丨丿孬 賮賷 睾乇賮鬲賰 丕賱禺丕氐丞 貨毓賱賶 丕賱亘丨乇貨 賮賷 丕賱賲爻噩丿 ..丕賷 賲賰丕賳 賵 賱賷爻 賲賳 丕賱囟乇賵乇賷 丕亘丿丕 丕賳 賷賰賵賳 賮賷 丕賱賴賳丿
噩夭亍 3 : 丕賳鬲 賲毓賱賲
丕賱胤亘賷亘 丕賱丨賰賷賲 丕賱賰賷賵鬲" 賰鬲賵鬲" 賷賮毓賱 丕賱賲爻鬲丨賷賱 賱賷爻賯賷 丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 丨賰賲丞 丕賴賱 丕賱卮乇賯 賵 賷卮乇丨 賱賴丕 丕賳 賴賳丕賰 丕乇亘毓丞 兀爻乇丕乇 賱賱爻毓丕丿丞 賵 丕賱丕賲丕賳 賴賷
丕賱匕賰丕亍..丕賱氐丿丕賯丞 ..丕賱賯賵丞 ..賵 丕賱卮毓乇! !丕
to be safe and happy in life: intelligence, friendship, strength, and poetry
賵 賱丕賳賷 賱丕 丕丨亘 丕賱卮毓乇 賱賳 丕丨氐賱 毓賱賶 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞 丕匕賳 馃槩賱丕 賴賳丕 賵 賱丕 賮賷 亘丕賱賷
丕賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 卮丕乇賰鬲 丕賴賱 丕賱亘賱丕丿 丕賱孬賱丕孬丞 丕賱鬲賷 夭丕乇鬲賴丕 丕賮乇丕丨賴賲 賵 丕鬲乇丕丨賴賲..胤毓丕賲賴賲 賵 亘毓囟 丕賵噩丕毓賴賲..賰賱 匕賱賰 賵 賴賷 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 丕賷賲丕賳賴丕 ..毓賳 爻賱丕賲賴丕 丕賱賲賳卮賵丿 ..毓賳 丕賱賯賱賷賱 賲賳 賰賱 卮賷亍 ..
賱匕丕 噩丕亍 賰鬲丕亘賴丕 賮賷 孬賱孬賴 丕賱兀賵賱貨 賰賰鬲丕亘 丕賱丕丨賱丕賲 亘丕賱賳爻亘丞 賱賰賱 丕賱賲賯賷丿丕鬲
賰鬲丕亘 丕賱乇丨賱丕鬲 丕賱賳賲賵匕噩賷 丕賱匕賷 賳丨賱賲 亘賴 噩賲賷毓丕
賵賱賰賳 賲賳 丕賱賲賲賰賳 丕賳 賳賮毓賱 匕賱賰 噩賲賷毓丕 賮賷 爻賮乇丕鬲賳丕 丕賱丿丕禺賱賷丞 賵 丕賱禺丕乇噩賷丞 : 賳鬲毓丕賲賱 亘亘爻丕胤丞 貨 亘丕亘鬲爻丕賲丞 貨 賳爻丕賮乇 賵丨丿賳丕 丕丨賷丕賳丕 賱賳鬲乇賰 賮乇氐丞 賱賱鬲賯丕乇亘 丕賱丕賳爻丕賳賷 ..賱賷爻 賲賳 丕賱囟乇賵乇賷 丕賳 賳賲賰孬 卮賴賵乇丕 賵 兀毓賵丕賲 ..賵 賱丕 丕賳 賳賳賮賯 200丕賱賮 丿賵賱丕乇 賵 賱丕 賳丨乇賯 賲乇丕賰亘賳丕 賯亘賱 丕賱爻賮乇
丕丨賷丕賳丕 丕賱賷賵賲 丕賱賵丕丨丿 賷賯乇亘賰 賲賲賳 賱丕 鬲毓乇賮賴 兀賰孬乇 賲賳 亘毓囟 丕賴賱賰
丕賱賲賴賲 丕賳 鬲賮鬲丨 賯賱亘賰
September 23, 2007
What I'm about to say must be wrong, because I couldn't get through this book. I tried. And I failed. So: I have NO BUSINESS WRITING THIS. Don't read it.
A cousin recommended EPL and I thought it would teach me something about the book market. My secret boyfriend at the public library was horrified I checked it out, given his ACLU-offensive intimacy with my record and tastes; and yes, like others, I was embarrassed to have EPL in my possession.
Because:
What IS this MOVEMENT of lily-white bourgeois women with fancy educations working themselves into identity crises that they think can be solved by a new form of coloniasm? This hyper-feminized adventure travel?
Subaltern poaching for the 21st century. Taker mentality as spiritual quest.
These people need their own version of Outside magazine or some shit. Oh yeah, they already do. It's called the GAIAM catalog.
Yeah. We're talking some serious dilettante tourism: taking entire countries as theme spas. Italy for excess, India for asceticism, Indonesia for the middle path.
Ladies: Country I is not your personal terrain for self-discovery. You don't get to interiorize Country I as a metaphor for your personal potential. If your interior journey needs a bunch of leisure time and poor countries to be realized, maybe you're asking the wrong questions.
The consumerist mentality was so self-important and so priveleged that I just couldn't make myself give this book any more time.
A cousin recommended EPL and I thought it would teach me something about the book market. My secret boyfriend at the public library was horrified I checked it out, given his ACLU-offensive intimacy with my record and tastes; and yes, like others, I was embarrassed to have EPL in my possession.
Because:
What IS this MOVEMENT of lily-white bourgeois women with fancy educations working themselves into identity crises that they think can be solved by a new form of coloniasm? This hyper-feminized adventure travel?
Subaltern poaching for the 21st century. Taker mentality as spiritual quest.
These people need their own version of Outside magazine or some shit. Oh yeah, they already do. It's called the GAIAM catalog.
Yeah. We're talking some serious dilettante tourism: taking entire countries as theme spas. Italy for excess, India for asceticism, Indonesia for the middle path.
Ladies: Country I is not your personal terrain for self-discovery. You don't get to interiorize Country I as a metaphor for your personal potential. If your interior journey needs a bunch of leisure time and poor countries to be realized, maybe you're asking the wrong questions.
The consumerist mentality was so self-important and so priveleged that I just couldn't make myself give this book any more time.
December 25, 2018
鬲賲鬲
14-septemper 2014
賵 賱賲 鬲兀鬲賳賷 丕賱賯丿乇丞 丨鬲賷 賷賵賲賳丕 賴匕丕 賱兀賰鬲亘 毓賳 賴匕丕 丕賱毓賲賱 卮賷卅賸丕 .
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丨氐賱鬲 毓賱賷賴丕 賰賴丿賷丞 賱毓賷丿 賲賷賱丕丿賷 丕賱賵丕丨丿 賵 丕賱毓卮乇賷賳..
胤丕賱毓鬲 丕賱噩賲賱丞 丕賱賲爻胤賵乇丞 毓賱賷 丕賱睾賱丕賮: "廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 噩賷賱亘乇鬲貙 丕賲乇兀丞 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 卮卅" .
賵 鬲禺賷賱鬲 賵噩賴賴丕 丕賱亘丕爻賲 賵 賴賷 鬲禺丕胤亘賳賷貙 賴賱 鬲毓乇賮賷賳 乇賷賳丿丕 賰賷賮 賷賰賵賳 丕賱丨丕賱 毓賳丿賲丕 鬲賰賵賳賷賳 賲孬賱賷責
兀毓賳賷 丕賲乇兀丞 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 卮卅責
賳毓賲..賳毓賲 兀毓乇賮 !
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" 賱丕 兀乇賷丿 兀賳 兀氐賷乇 賲鬲夭賵噩丞 亘毓丿 丕賱賷賵賲 " .
丕毓乇賮 鬲賲丕賲丕 賲丕 噩丕賱 亘匕賴賳賴丕 丨賷賳 賳胤賯鬲 亘賴丕 毓丕賱賷賸丕 賱賱賲乇丞 丕賱兀賵賱賷..兀賰丕丿 兀賳 兀乇賷 丕賱賳馗乇丞 丕賱鬲賷 亘丿鬲 毓賱賷 賵噩賴賴丕貙 鬲賳馗乇 賱賱兀乇囟 賯賱賷賱丕 賱丕 亘毓賷賳賴貙 賯賱賷賱 賲賳 丕賱睾囟亘貙 賯賱賷賱 賲賳 丕賱鬲氐賲賷賲貙 賵 丕賱賰孬賷乇 丕賱賰孬賷乇 賲賳 丕賱禺賵賮..賵 丕賱兀賱賲.
兀賰丕丿 兀乇丕賴 賴賵貙 賳馗乇丞 丕賱睾囟亘 賵 毓丿賲 丕賱鬲氐丿賷賯..乇亘賲丕 賯丕賱 "賲丕匕丕 賯賱鬲賷 賱鬲賵賰責" 亘賱賴噩丞 睾丕囟亘丞 賯賱賷賱丕..乇亘賲丕 賳馗乇 賱賴丕 賴丕夭卅丕 賱毓賱賲賴 兀賳賴丕 兀囟毓賮 賲賳 兀賳 鬲賯賵賲 亘丨賲賱 賳賮爻賴丕 毓賱賷 鬲賳賮賷匕 賯乇丕乇 賰匕賱賰.
兀賰丕丿 兀乇賷 賲丨丕賵賱丕鬲賴 丕賱賷丕卅爻丞 丨賷賳賲丕 兀丿乇賰 兀賳賴丕 賱丕 鬲賲夭丨..丕賱氐乇丕禺 賵 丕賱賱賷賳..丕賱卮噩丕乇 賵 丕賱鬲丨丿賷貙 丕賱丿賲賵毓 賵 丕賱乇噩丕亍 賱鬲亘賯賷..
兀賰丕丿 兀乇賷 賰賱 匕賱賰 賵 兀賰孬乇.
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丕賲乇兀丞 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 卮卅貙 丕賲乇兀丞 賱丕 鬲乇賷丿 兀賳 鬲賸賳噩賽亘.
賱賰賳 賰丕賳 賷賮鬲乇囟 亘賷 兀賳 兀賯賵賲 亘廿賳噩丕亘 胤賮賱. 毓賵囟丕賸 毓賳 匕賱賰 賵 賲毓 丕賯鬲乇丕亘 爻賳賵丕鬲賷 丕賱毓卮乇賷賳 賲賳 賳賴丕賷鬲賴丕 乇丕丨鬲 爻賳賾 丕賱孬賱丕孬賷賳 鬲囟賷賯 毓賱賷 禺賳丕賯賷 賵 賰兀賳賴丕 丨亘賱 賲卮賳賯丞..賵 丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 兀賳賷 賱賲 兀賰賳 兀乇賷丿 丕賱廿賳噩丕亘. 丕賳鬲馗乇鬲 胤賵賷賱丕 賰賷 兀卮毓乇 亘丕賱乇睾亘丞 亘丕賱廿賳噩丕亘貙 賱賰賳賾 匕賱賰 賱賲 賷丨丿孬. 兀賳丕 兀毓乇賮 賰賷賮 賷卮毓乇 丕賱賲乇亍 丨賷賳 賷乇睾亘 亘卮卅 賲丕..氐丿賯賳賷 兀毓乇賮 鬲賲丕賲丕賸 賲丕 賴賷 丕賱乇睾亘丞 賱賰賳賴丕 賱賲 鬲賰賳 賲賵噩賵丿丞..
賰賳鬲 兀丨丕賵賱 兀賳 兀賯賳毓 賳賮爻賷 亘兀賳賾 賲丕 兀卮毓乇 亘賴 胤亘賷毓賷 賲毓 兀賳 賰賱 丕賱兀丿賱丞 鬲卮賷乇 廿賱賷 丕賱毓賰爻貙 賰廿丨丿賷 賲毓丕乇賮賷 丕賱鬲賷 丕賱鬲賯賷鬲 亘賴丕 丕賱兀爻亘賵毓 丕賱賲丕囟賷 賵 丕賱鬲賷 丕賰鬲卮賮鬲 賱賱鬲賵 兀賳賴丕 丨丕賲賱 賱賱賲乇丞 丕賱兀賵賱賷..賰丕賳鬲 賲賳鬲卮賷丞貙 兀禺亘乇鬲賳賷 兀賳賴丕 鬲乇賷丿 兀賳 鬲賰賵賳 兀賲丕賸 廿賱賷 丕賱兀亘丿..
乇兀賷鬲 丕賱賮乇丨丞 賮賷 毓賷賳賷賴丕 賵 毓乇賮鬲賴丕. 賰丕賳鬲 鬲賱賰 丕賱賮乇丨丞 丕賱鬲賷 卮毓賾鬲 賲賳 毓賷賳賷賾 丕賱乇亘賷毓 丕賱賲丕囟賷 丨賷賳 毓乇賮鬲 兀賳 丕賱賲噩賱丞 丕賱鬲賷 兀毓賲賱 賮賷賴丕 賯乇乇鬲 廿乇爻丕賱賷 廿賱賷 賲賴賲丞 賮賷 賳賷賵夭賷賱丕賳丿丕 賱賱亘丨孬 毓賳 丕賱氐亘賷丿噩 丕賱毓賲賱丕賯.
賵 賮賰乇鬲 丨賷賳賴丕: "廿賱賷 兀賳 兀卮毓乇 丨賷丕賱 丕賱胤賮賱 亘丕賱賳卮賵丞 賳賮爻賴丕 丕賱鬲賷 賲賱兀鬲 賰賷丕賳賷 丨賷丕賱 丕賱匕賴丕亘 賱賳賷賵夭賷賱丕賳丿丕 賱賱亘丨孬 毓賳 氐亘賷丿噩 毓賲賱丕賯貙 賱丕 賷賲賰賳賳賷 丕賱廿賳噩丕亘".
賱丕 兀乇賷丿 兀賳 兀賰賵賳 賲鬲夭賵噩丞 亘毓丿 丕賱丌賳.
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丕丨匕乇 賷丕 氐丿賷賯賷 丕賱賯丕乇卅貙 賯丿 鬲賰賵賳 丕賱賲乇兀丞 丕賱賲購丨胤賲丞 賲賲賱丞 廿賱賷 丨丿 賰亘賷乇..爻鬲噩丿賴丕 賲鬲賯亘賱丞 丕賱賲夭丕噩 賰孬賷乇丞 丕賱亘賰丕亍 賵 丕賱卮乇賵丿..賯丿 鬲毓賷丿 賯氐 丕賱丨賰丕賷丞 亘丨匕丕賮賷乇賴丕 丕賱毓丿賷丿 賵 丕賱毓丿賷丿 賲賳 丕賱賲乇丕鬲..賴賷 賱丕 鬲乇賷丿 乇丿賸丕貙 賱丕 鬲胤賱亘 賲賳賰 卮賮丕亍
賮賯胤 丕亘賯 賵 丕爻鬲賲毓 賲丕 丕爻鬲胤毓鬲..爻鬲賰賵賳 賱賰 卮丕賰乇丞 賵 賰匕賱賰 爻兀賰賵賳 兀賳丕.
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丕賱賵囟毓 丕賱丨丕賱賷: 賱丿賷賳丕 丕賲乇兀丞 賲丨胤賲丞貙 丨丕賱賲丞 賱賱睾丕賷丞 賵 匕賱賰 爻賷夭賷丿 丕賱胤賷賳 亘賱丞 賱賵 鬲毓賱賲賵賳.
賵 賱賵 賱丕 鬲毓賱賲..賱丕 鬲鬲毓噩賱貙 爻賳乇賷 賲毓丕!
丕賱賲賰丕賳: 廿賷胤丕賱賷丕貙 丕賱賴賳丿貙 廿賳丿賵賳賷爻賷丕.
丕賱賴丿賮:賱丕 兀毓賱賲貙 賴賷 兀賷囟丕 賱丕 鬲毓賱賲
賵 賱賰賳 賱丕 亘兀爻貙 兀賳 鬲賴賷賲 毓賱賷 賵噩賴賰 賱毓賱賰 鬲鬲毓孬乇 亘亘丿丕賷丞 丕賱胤乇賷賯 賴賵 兀賲乇 噩賷丿貙 賱丕 鬲亘賯 孬丕亘鬲賸丕..鬲丨乇賰 !
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鈥溫Ｙ呚� 兀賳丕 賮兀禺鬲賯賷 賮賷 丕賱卮禺氐 丕賱匕賷 兀丨亘賴...
兀賳丕 睾卮丕亍 賳賮賷匕...廿賳 兀丨亘亘鬲賰...鬲丨氐賱 毓賱賶 賰賱 卮卅.
鬲丨氐賱 毓賱賶 賵賯鬲賷 賵廿禺賱丕氐賷 賵 賵賲丕賱賷 賵毓丕卅賱鬲賷....
廿賳 兀丨亘亘鬲賰 兀丨賲賱 毓賳賰 賰賱 毓匕丕亘賰...
兀毓胤賷賰 丕賱丨賲丕賷丞 賲賳 賲禺丕賵賮賰...
兀毓胤賷賰 丕賱卮賲爻 賵丕賱賯賲乇 賵廿賳 賱賲 賷賰賵賳丕 賲鬲賵賮乇賷賳鈥�
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丕賱賲賲賷夭 毓賳 賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 賵 毓賳 丕賱賰丕鬲亘丞 賴賵 氐丿賯賴賲丕 丕賱鬲丕賲貙 丕賱賰丕鬲亘丞 氐丕丿賯丞 亘爻賷胤丞 噩乇賷卅丞
賲賳 賯丕賱 兀賳 丕賱兀卮禺丕氐 丕賱禺胤乇賷賳 賴賲 匕賵賷 丕賱氐賮丕鬲 丕賱賲匕賲賵賲丞責
毓賳 賳賮爻賷 賱丕 兀禺卮丕賴賲..賱丕 兀禺卮賷 兀丨丿賸丕 亘賯丿乇 丕賱氐丕丿賯賷賳 亘亘爻丕胤丞 賲孬賱賴丕
賲孬賱賴丕 賷購乇亘賰賳賷
賲孬賱賴丕 賷兀禺匕 賷丿賷 亘乇賮賯 賵 賷賵賯賮賳賷 兀賲丕賲 賲乇丌丞 鬲賮賵賯賳賷 丨噩賲丕 賵 胤賵賱丕..鬲噩賱爻 賵 鬲亘鬲爻賲 亘乇賮賯 賵 鬲禺亘乇賳賷 兀賳 兀賲毓賳 丕賱賳馗乇貙 賵 兀賱丕 丕禺噩賱 賲賲丕 兀乇丕賴.
"賱丕 亘兀爻 兀賱丕 鬲賰賵賳賷 噩賷丿丞貙 賱丕 亘兀爻 兀賱丕 鬲賰賵賳賷 亘禺賷乇貙 賱丕 亘兀爻" :)
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鈥溬娯关傌� 丕賱賲乇亍 亘兀賳 鬲賵兀賲 丕賱乇賵丨 賴賵 丕賱卮禺氐 丕賱兀賳爻亘 賱賴貙賵賴匕丕 賲丕 賷乇賷丿賴 丕賱噩賲賷毓.
賵賱賰賳 鬲賵兀賲 丕賱乇賵丨 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賱賷爻 爻賵賶 賲乇丌丞貙廿賳賴 丕賱卮禺氐 丕賱匕賷 賷乇賷賰 賰賱 賲丕 賷毓賷賯賰貙
丕賱卮禺氐 丕賱匕賷 賷賱賮鬲 丕賳鬲亘丕賴賰 廿賱賶 賳賮爻賰 賱賰賷 鬲睾賷乇賷 丨賷丕鬲賰貙
鬲賵兀賲 丕賱乇賵丨 丕賱丨賯賷賯賷 賴賵 兀賴賲 卮禺氐 鬲賱鬲賯賷賳 亘賴 毓賱賶 丕賱兀乇噩丨貙
賱兀賳賴 賷賲夭賯 噩丿乇丕賳賰 賵賷賴夭賰 亘賯賵丞 賱賰賷 鬲爻鬲賮賷賯賷貙賵賱賰賳 丕賳 鬲毓賷卮賷 賲毓 鬲賵兀賲 乇賵丨賰 廿賱賶 丕賱兀亘丿責
賰賱丕.
賴匕丕 賲丐賱賲 噩丿丕.
賮鬲賵丕卅賲 丕賱乇賵丨 賷丿禺賱賵賳 丨賷丕鬲賰 賮賯胤 賱賷賰卮賮賵丕 賱賰 胤亘賯丞 丕禺乇賶 賲賳 匕丕鬲賰貙孬賲 賷乇丨賱賵賳.
賵卮賰乇丕 賱賱賴 毓賱賶 匕賱賰.
睾賷乇 兀賳 賲卮賰賱鬲賰 丕賳賰 賱丕 鬲爻賲丨賷賳 賱鬲賵兀賲 乇賵丨賰 亘丕賱乇丨賷賱."
-爻胤乇鬲 鬲賱賰 丕賱賮賯乇丞 賮賷 丿賮鬲乇賷 賲賳匕 毓丕賲 賲囟賷 賵 賰鬲亘鬲: 賲丕匕丕 賱賵 賱賲 賷乇丨賱 廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬責
賲丕匕丕 賱賵 賱賲 賷爻賲丨 賱賷責 賲丕匕丕 賱賵 賱賲 兀乇丿 賲賳賴 兀賳丕 兀賳 賷乇丨賱責
賵 賰鬲亘鬲 兀賲爻: 鬲乇賰鬲賴 賷乇丨賱 廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬..乇丨賱鬲 兀賳丕..鬲毓賱賲鬲 丕賱丨乇賰丞! :)
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賷丕 賲賳 賵氐賱鬲 丨鬲賷 賴賳丕:
賱丕 兀毓賱賲 廿賳 賰丕賳鬲 爻鬲氐賷亘 乇賵丨賰 賰賲丕 兀氐丕亘鬲賳賷..丕賯乇兀賴丕 賵 丕毓胤賴丕 賮乇氐丞-
-賰賳 氐丕丿賯丕貙 賰賳 氐丕丿賯丕貙 賰賳 氐丕丿賯丕 .
- 賱丕 鬲賯丕賵賲 丨夭賳賰貙 丿毓賴 賷鬲禺賱賱賰..賱丕 亘兀爻
孬賯 亘賷..丿毓賴 賷鬲禺賱賱賰貙 孬賲 兀胤賱賯 爻乇丕丨賴 ! :)
-鈥溫官嗀� 賳賯胤丞 賲毓賷賳丞 毓賱賷賰 兀賳 鬲爻鬲爻賱賲 賵鬲噩賱爻 爻丕賰賳丕 賵鬲鬲乇賰 丕賱乇囟賶 賷兀鬲賷 廿賱賷賰鈥�
賰賳 氐丕丿賯賸丕貙 鬲賯亘賱 賵 丕賳鬲馗乇
-鈥� 丕賳 毓噩夭鬲 丕賳 鬲賰賵賳賷 爻賷丿丞 鬲賮賰賷乇賰 賮兀賳鬲 賮賷 賵乇胤丞 賰亘賷乇丞 賱賳 鬲禺乇噩賷 賲賳賴丕 兀亘丿丕 鈥�
-鬲賲賳賷 賱賷 兀賳丕 賱賵 兀賲賰賳 兀賳 兀賰賮 毓賳 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 卮卅貙 兀賵 兀賳 兀噩丿 賰賱 卮卅 :)
賴匕丕 賵 毓賱賷 乇賵丨賰 丕賱爻賱丕賲..賰賱 丕賱爻賱丕賲..卮賰乇賸丕 賱賰 兀賳 賵氐賱鬲 廿賱賷 賴購賳丕.
乇賷賳丿丕 丕賱賵賰賷賱
13-5-2015
February 12, 2025
I don't think I've ever disliked an author more than . Gilbert has the emotional maturity of an insecure teenage girl. In , she comes off as completely self centered. We all have been stressed at particular moments in our lives. But no one more so than . She got to leave reality for a while. After she ate, and prayed, she met some amazing guy who she "fell" in love with, then, she got a book deal. But wait, it gets even better ~~~ she got to meet Oprah! Her life was complete. But wait, it wasn't. Gilbert is "suddenly" gay and publicly comes out, proclaiming her love for her best friend who just happens to be dying from pancreatic cancer. This has all the makings of another best seller -- we can hear about Jose/Felipe being a bad guy and the emotional abuse he heaped on her and how she came to be an angel to Rayya Elias and stood by her side valiantly until the end, and the now unbreakable bond they have in life and death. No thanks Elizabeth. We've all grown tired of your need for attention. Do the publishing world a favor. See a good psychiatrist, grow up and stop playing the victim.
August 20, 2007
Ok, I admit I still have about 30 pages to go, which I will get around to reading soon (need a break from the book though) and which I highly doubt will prompt me to change my 2-star rating. I know many people love this book for what I consider personal reasons, therefore I tread lightly so as to not come off as critical of people's personal opinions, rather, just the book itself.
First, I found the author not-so-likable. I've read other readers' reviews in which she was described as 'so funny' and like 'a girl we'd all love to know' and have to tell you, I didn't feel the love. She came off to me as lofty, self-absorbed, and needy. I felt like she wanted to make herself a victim of her divorce and her depression. She was so vague about some aspects of the decline of her relationship with her ex-husband as well as with some details about the divorce, which led me to believe that she really did a number on him, but then she whined throughout the book about how HE was the one making the divorce so difficult. I don't mean to sound judgmental of how she coped with it, because I can't relate to that and it would be unfair of me, but I just couldn't help but feel that she kind of bashed the ex a little when she was seemingly the majority of the reason for their split. Plus, she acted like she is the only person in the world to suffer through a divorce, yet she was "totally in love" with another man less than a month after she realized she wanted out of her marriage (and her account isn't clear as to how long after her realization she actually got the divorce-ball rolling so I can't help but assume she was unfaithul.) So it was hard to have sympathy for her when she got hysterical over the ex disagreeing about settlement details. Um, I would think that happens when you blindside your spouse with a divorce request. Not saying it's right, just saying that's life.
Secondly, in her search of spirituality, I couldn't help but find some of it a little far-fetched. And could she have drawn out her stay at the Ashram in India any longer or with more mind-numbing, snooooze-inducing detail?? I found myself skipping entire paragraphs at a time, and not just because I was in a bit of a hurry to read the book before book club... but because she bored the hell out of me. My favorite part of India, ironically, was Richard From Texas. So I suppose that just sums up for us what I got out of the India section.
But I won't leave us all on a totally negative note. I enjoyed parts of the book, some of them thoroughly. I loved her friends, for instance, and am perplexed at how I find the author so unlikable but somehow she has such cool people in her life? And she was SOMETIMES funny with little sarcastic bits that caught me off guard and made me laugh aloud. When she wasn't being overly wordy, I loved reading her descriptions of Italy, India, and most especially Indonesia. And, of course, who didn't drool over her description of that pizza in Naples? YUM. I read that part twice :-)~
First, I found the author not-so-likable. I've read other readers' reviews in which she was described as 'so funny' and like 'a girl we'd all love to know' and have to tell you, I didn't feel the love. She came off to me as lofty, self-absorbed, and needy. I felt like she wanted to make herself a victim of her divorce and her depression. She was so vague about some aspects of the decline of her relationship with her ex-husband as well as with some details about the divorce, which led me to believe that she really did a number on him, but then she whined throughout the book about how HE was the one making the divorce so difficult. I don't mean to sound judgmental of how she coped with it, because I can't relate to that and it would be unfair of me, but I just couldn't help but feel that she kind of bashed the ex a little when she was seemingly the majority of the reason for their split. Plus, she acted like she is the only person in the world to suffer through a divorce, yet she was "totally in love" with another man less than a month after she realized she wanted out of her marriage (and her account isn't clear as to how long after her realization she actually got the divorce-ball rolling so I can't help but assume she was unfaithul.) So it was hard to have sympathy for her when she got hysterical over the ex disagreeing about settlement details. Um, I would think that happens when you blindside your spouse with a divorce request. Not saying it's right, just saying that's life.
Secondly, in her search of spirituality, I couldn't help but find some of it a little far-fetched. And could she have drawn out her stay at the Ashram in India any longer or with more mind-numbing, snooooze-inducing detail?? I found myself skipping entire paragraphs at a time, and not just because I was in a bit of a hurry to read the book before book club... but because she bored the hell out of me. My favorite part of India, ironically, was Richard From Texas. So I suppose that just sums up for us what I got out of the India section.
But I won't leave us all on a totally negative note. I enjoyed parts of the book, some of them thoroughly. I loved her friends, for instance, and am perplexed at how I find the author so unlikable but somehow she has such cool people in her life? And she was SOMETIMES funny with little sarcastic bits that caught me off guard and made me laugh aloud. When she wasn't being overly wordy, I loved reading her descriptions of Italy, India, and most especially Indonesia. And, of course, who didn't drool over her description of that pizza in Naples? YUM. I read that part twice :-)~
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June 30, 2008Ok. I really didn't READ it all. I couldn't. I just couldn't get past how self centered and whiny this woman was. I just wanted to scream GET OVER YOURSELF! Then I quit reading it and now I feel much better.
July 16, 2010
I just kept thinking wahhhhhh the whole time. Poor woman wants out of her marriage so she leaves.... wahhhh. Poor woman is depressed so she whines wahhhhh. Life is so unfair for the poor woman wahhhh.
Please, poor woman is completely lost so what does she do? Why she takes a year off and travels to Italy, India & Indonesia to try and find herself. I wish I could say that this was fiction but it isn't. She's lost! Join the club but at least you have the money and the lack of responsibility to travel for an entire year and not have to worry about family, money and I don't know life in general.
She finds herself by traveling to three parts of the world - Italy to find her body, India to find her spirit and Indonesia to find a balance between the two. OK, that part I get but I just had a real difficult time finding sympathy for a woman who is able to do all of that and still find time to whine about how hard life is for her.
And guess what there's going to be a sequel - she remarrying so you know soon she will be divorcing and traveling to New Zealand, Prague and the South Pole to enlighten herself even more.
Added to add - great now it's a movie. Soon they will make The Secret into a movie and we can all call it a day.
Please, poor woman is completely lost so what does she do? Why she takes a year off and travels to Italy, India & Indonesia to try and find herself. I wish I could say that this was fiction but it isn't. She's lost! Join the club but at least you have the money and the lack of responsibility to travel for an entire year and not have to worry about family, money and I don't know life in general.
She finds herself by traveling to three parts of the world - Italy to find her body, India to find her spirit and Indonesia to find a balance between the two. OK, that part I get but I just had a real difficult time finding sympathy for a woman who is able to do all of that and still find time to whine about how hard life is for her.
And guess what there's going to be a sequel - she remarrying so you know soon she will be divorcing and traveling to New Zealand, Prague and the South Pole to enlighten herself even more.
Added to add - great now it's a movie. Soon they will make The Secret into a movie and we can all call it a day.
May 29, 2008
I have copied this from a blog I wrote a few weeks ago:
I've recently given in. I normally don't go for the Oprah-style self-help mumbo-jumbo. However, the hype surrounding "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert was just too frenzied to ignore. So I gave in and read the book. "Eat, Pray, Love" is about "one woman's search for everything across Italy, India" and blah, blah, blah, do we really care?
"Liz" starts out in the first chapter by making me smirk. She is sitting across from a real Italian Stallion at a table in a cafe in Rome, and contemplating sleeping with him. Then it occurs to her that at that point in her life (her mid-30s I might add), that it may not be wise to try to get over another man by getting involved with a new one. Is it just me, or am I the only one who thinks that one should already know that? If this is supposed to be profound, she's really missing the mark.
Before this journey Liz embarks on, she has just divorced her husband who basically took her for everything she had. She had been living with a man named David with whom she'd been having an extramarital affair and this relationship wasn't working either but she was still pining away for him. Basically she's a serial monogamist with attachment disorder. So Liz decides to undertake a "spiritual journey" as well as a geographical one, all the while planning and being paid to write this book about it. She'd been able to take this journey of hers because of the advance she'd acquired in preparation for this book. Sound fishy already?
The book is divided up into sections, hence the title "Eat, Pray, Love". The "Eat" section is where newly divorced Liz moves from New York to Italy to further her study of the Italian language and to eat carbs with wild abandon. Sounds good, but she spends most of her four months there moping around and using food as a crutch to help her deal with her depression. She meets some nice people and eats a lot. Gluttony is not becoming. Move on to section two.
Section two is the "Pray" section. She moves to an ashram in India for four months so that she can meditate. This is the part where we're supposed to think that Liz is just "oh so spiritual" because she meditates. She whines on about how hard it is for her at first to meditate because of her emotional baggage and the only is a Texan named Richard who won't let her mope around. Richard is like her own personal gadfly, never letting her just coast along and settle for her misery. One thing that Richard said to her when she was whining about missing David was that soul mates are not supposed to be forever. That they're designed to essentially come into your life, show you parts of yourself that you never knew existed and then move on. I have felt that way as well, and it's something that I truly believe in so I could identify with that.
So Liz eventually settles down into meditating and then tries to explain to us how she has become enlightened in India. From a Buddhist perspective, if you notice your own enlightenment, that ain't it. Sorry, Liz. You're not a Buddha. The sensation she was trying to describe is familiar to me, and I've also read about a lot of other people who have described it that way, but to actually hint that you've attained enlightenment at the end of four months of ashram living is way off the mark. Perhaps I'm just being too cynical, but even so I just love the way that life comes along and kicks you in the ass as soon as you think you've got things figured out. It doesn't let you start to feel smug, which is the way this book felt to me. A journey across Italy, India and Bali where nothing really happens but you somehow feel the sense of entitlement enough to become smug.
Next we move on to Bali, where Liz had visited before. This is where she's supposed to find a balance between earthly pleasure and spirituality. Liz meets up with an old medicine man that she'd met on her previous trip who'd told her that she was going to come back and live with his family for four months. For some reason it had never occurred to her that me might have said that to nearly every Westerner he'd met. On arriving the medicine man has no recollection of her at first, but explains it away as if it's just because she looks like an entirely new woman. This is supposed to make us feel that yes, she has had a wonderful transformation due to her spiritual journey. See how that works?
I actually liked a lot of the section on Bali, because there were other interesting and more developed characters in the book and I didn't have to be all alone with Liz for extended periods of time while I was reading. This is of course where Liz meets "The Great Love of Her Life". Because a self-help book written by a woman and for women can't end until the female heroine has met "The Great Love of Her Life". Which of course she can only meet after learning to love herself.
I know that this book is supposed to be autobiographical and that she is actually still involved with this man. However, the book could have ended just as well without implying that to really figure your life out, your place in the universe and to be emotionally healthy, that you need to find a man in the end. This idea that "real love", this mature, romantic love can only be achieved after you've worked out your own personal demons and after you've learned to love yourself is just trite. It is insulting to the intellect of every female alive to have the outcome of every volume of "chick lit" end with a great romantic love story. Real life is not reflective of that ideal, and I wonder how much of this "autobiography" was embellished to adhere to that formula; how much of the story was omitted because it didn't fit with the way the book flowed and how the story needed to transpire in order for this book to become "The Next Big Thing".
All in all I enjoyed the book, but sometimes I became smug in Liz's stead and laughed and pointed at her while shrieking, "You don't realise that yet?!" in my most infuriated inner monologue voice. It's worth a read because some of the advice that other people have given her is worthwhile but just because she was the one that wrote it down and published it, it doesn't mean that it's coming from her. I can't even get into how her privileged life has allowed her to take an entire year off from working or living in the real world in order to turn her life around in the first place. Or how misleading it is to her devout followers, The Oprahites who take her word as gospel and memorise passages from this book as they all wait around for "The Great Love of Their Lives" to materialise now that they've been saved by proxy through Gilbert's experience. Eat, pray, gag.
Perhaps this book is above me because I'm young. Perhaps it's because I'm not divorced. Maybe I'm too cynical and Elizabeth Gilbert is a great mystic, after all. Excuses aside, I still think I'm going to wait around for life to kick Liz on the arse and remind her that she's not finished yet; that she really doesn't have things all figured out into nice little packages. The universe will right itself on its own, after all. It always does.
I've recently given in. I normally don't go for the Oprah-style self-help mumbo-jumbo. However, the hype surrounding "Eat, Pray, Love" by Elizabeth Gilbert was just too frenzied to ignore. So I gave in and read the book. "Eat, Pray, Love" is about "one woman's search for everything across Italy, India" and blah, blah, blah, do we really care?
"Liz" starts out in the first chapter by making me smirk. She is sitting across from a real Italian Stallion at a table in a cafe in Rome, and contemplating sleeping with him. Then it occurs to her that at that point in her life (her mid-30s I might add), that it may not be wise to try to get over another man by getting involved with a new one. Is it just me, or am I the only one who thinks that one should already know that? If this is supposed to be profound, she's really missing the mark.
Before this journey Liz embarks on, she has just divorced her husband who basically took her for everything she had. She had been living with a man named David with whom she'd been having an extramarital affair and this relationship wasn't working either but she was still pining away for him. Basically she's a serial monogamist with attachment disorder. So Liz decides to undertake a "spiritual journey" as well as a geographical one, all the while planning and being paid to write this book about it. She'd been able to take this journey of hers because of the advance she'd acquired in preparation for this book. Sound fishy already?
The book is divided up into sections, hence the title "Eat, Pray, Love". The "Eat" section is where newly divorced Liz moves from New York to Italy to further her study of the Italian language and to eat carbs with wild abandon. Sounds good, but she spends most of her four months there moping around and using food as a crutch to help her deal with her depression. She meets some nice people and eats a lot. Gluttony is not becoming. Move on to section two.
Section two is the "Pray" section. She moves to an ashram in India for four months so that she can meditate. This is the part where we're supposed to think that Liz is just "oh so spiritual" because she meditates. She whines on about how hard it is for her at first to meditate because of her emotional baggage and the only is a Texan named Richard who won't let her mope around. Richard is like her own personal gadfly, never letting her just coast along and settle for her misery. One thing that Richard said to her when she was whining about missing David was that soul mates are not supposed to be forever. That they're designed to essentially come into your life, show you parts of yourself that you never knew existed and then move on. I have felt that way as well, and it's something that I truly believe in so I could identify with that.
So Liz eventually settles down into meditating and then tries to explain to us how she has become enlightened in India. From a Buddhist perspective, if you notice your own enlightenment, that ain't it. Sorry, Liz. You're not a Buddha. The sensation she was trying to describe is familiar to me, and I've also read about a lot of other people who have described it that way, but to actually hint that you've attained enlightenment at the end of four months of ashram living is way off the mark. Perhaps I'm just being too cynical, but even so I just love the way that life comes along and kicks you in the ass as soon as you think you've got things figured out. It doesn't let you start to feel smug, which is the way this book felt to me. A journey across Italy, India and Bali where nothing really happens but you somehow feel the sense of entitlement enough to become smug.
Next we move on to Bali, where Liz had visited before. This is where she's supposed to find a balance between earthly pleasure and spirituality. Liz meets up with an old medicine man that she'd met on her previous trip who'd told her that she was going to come back and live with his family for four months. For some reason it had never occurred to her that me might have said that to nearly every Westerner he'd met. On arriving the medicine man has no recollection of her at first, but explains it away as if it's just because she looks like an entirely new woman. This is supposed to make us feel that yes, she has had a wonderful transformation due to her spiritual journey. See how that works?
I actually liked a lot of the section on Bali, because there were other interesting and more developed characters in the book and I didn't have to be all alone with Liz for extended periods of time while I was reading. This is of course where Liz meets "The Great Love of Her Life". Because a self-help book written by a woman and for women can't end until the female heroine has met "The Great Love of Her Life". Which of course she can only meet after learning to love herself.
I know that this book is supposed to be autobiographical and that she is actually still involved with this man. However, the book could have ended just as well without implying that to really figure your life out, your place in the universe and to be emotionally healthy, that you need to find a man in the end. This idea that "real love", this mature, romantic love can only be achieved after you've worked out your own personal demons and after you've learned to love yourself is just trite. It is insulting to the intellect of every female alive to have the outcome of every volume of "chick lit" end with a great romantic love story. Real life is not reflective of that ideal, and I wonder how much of this "autobiography" was embellished to adhere to that formula; how much of the story was omitted because it didn't fit with the way the book flowed and how the story needed to transpire in order for this book to become "The Next Big Thing".
All in all I enjoyed the book, but sometimes I became smug in Liz's stead and laughed and pointed at her while shrieking, "You don't realise that yet?!" in my most infuriated inner monologue voice. It's worth a read because some of the advice that other people have given her is worthwhile but just because she was the one that wrote it down and published it, it doesn't mean that it's coming from her. I can't even get into how her privileged life has allowed her to take an entire year off from working or living in the real world in order to turn her life around in the first place. Or how misleading it is to her devout followers, The Oprahites who take her word as gospel and memorise passages from this book as they all wait around for "The Great Love of Their Lives" to materialise now that they've been saved by proxy through Gilbert's experience. Eat, pray, gag.
Perhaps this book is above me because I'm young. Perhaps it's because I'm not divorced. Maybe I'm too cynical and Elizabeth Gilbert is a great mystic, after all. Excuses aside, I still think I'm going to wait around for life to kick Liz on the arse and remind her that she's not finished yet; that she really doesn't have things all figured out into nice little packages. The universe will right itself on its own, after all. It always does.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
January 5, 2009
I waited, and waited, in ever such impatient patience, until the duct-taped box from my daughter arrived. It was one box among many, but this particular box, she had promised, would have within it her very best and most loved books, and among those -- Elizabeth Gilbert's "Eat, Pray, Love" that I had been longing to read. All of these boxes were arriving at my door because my daughter was taking wing on a journey like none before, and she is, for her 26 years, well traveled even when measured against adults thrice her age. It was a journey to complete her Master's degree, yes, but more than that. It was a journey to fulfill a young woman's (inherited from her mother) wanderlust, as well as a study abroad, as well as a spiritual journey, as well a journey of healing after a painful breakup of a relationship back home.
Indeed, how like Gilbert's story! Almost as if the two women, never having met, have moved on parallel lines. Perhaps that is why Gilbert's story so appeals. If we haven't traveled it ourselves in our physical bodies, surely we have traveled it in our hearts and minds. Away from pain, towards enlightenment. Away from disappointments and varied betrayals, toward renewed, or even new, wholeness. Away from what was and full flung into what is and what will be.
While our individual journeys in life may vary in detail, and no doubt rather unimportant detail, Gilbert touches so very many of her readers because in her honest, open, sincere, and often deliciously hilarious and hilariously delicious account, she speaks for many, many, many of us. Even if some of us stay in place to find our healing and learn our life lessons, minds and hearts travel freely. We can find our spiritual awakenings in an Indian Ashram, as she does, or we can find it standing in our own shower on a Monday morning, facing another work week in our accustomed routines.
Gilbert's journey takes her first to Italy, where she heals her body, mostly through the pleasures of food; then to India, where for months she meditates and prays; finally to Bali, Indonesia, where she completes her healing and finds new love when she was sure she never again would. She takes us, her readers, along with a story that pulls us along jumping and skipping and running and gasping, not missing a moment, eating and praying and loving right along with her.
I enjoyed the sections my daughter had highlighted; they might have been mine. My girl is heading to Europe, and her journey will not be so different, in pursuit of learning, and understanding, and healing her own broken heart. I have no doubt that she will return changed forever, and in a most wondrous way. Travel does that to us. The meeting with new cultures and peoples, challenging our own comfort zones, testing our own ideas of what life means and how we fit into it.
I eagerly rush to read more of Gilbert's work. She knows how to translate experience into wonderful words, and for one reason above all -- her courage to write honestly about an honest effort to live life well.
Most highly and enthusiastically recommended.
Indeed, how like Gilbert's story! Almost as if the two women, never having met, have moved on parallel lines. Perhaps that is why Gilbert's story so appeals. If we haven't traveled it ourselves in our physical bodies, surely we have traveled it in our hearts and minds. Away from pain, towards enlightenment. Away from disappointments and varied betrayals, toward renewed, or even new, wholeness. Away from what was and full flung into what is and what will be.
While our individual journeys in life may vary in detail, and no doubt rather unimportant detail, Gilbert touches so very many of her readers because in her honest, open, sincere, and often deliciously hilarious and hilariously delicious account, she speaks for many, many, many of us. Even if some of us stay in place to find our healing and learn our life lessons, minds and hearts travel freely. We can find our spiritual awakenings in an Indian Ashram, as she does, or we can find it standing in our own shower on a Monday morning, facing another work week in our accustomed routines.
Gilbert's journey takes her first to Italy, where she heals her body, mostly through the pleasures of food; then to India, where for months she meditates and prays; finally to Bali, Indonesia, where she completes her healing and finds new love when she was sure she never again would. She takes us, her readers, along with a story that pulls us along jumping and skipping and running and gasping, not missing a moment, eating and praying and loving right along with her.
I enjoyed the sections my daughter had highlighted; they might have been mine. My girl is heading to Europe, and her journey will not be so different, in pursuit of learning, and understanding, and healing her own broken heart. I have no doubt that she will return changed forever, and in a most wondrous way. Travel does that to us. The meeting with new cultures and peoples, challenging our own comfort zones, testing our own ideas of what life means and how we fit into it.
I eagerly rush to read more of Gilbert's work. She knows how to translate experience into wonderful words, and for one reason above all -- her courage to write honestly about an honest effort to live life well.
Most highly and enthusiastically recommended.
January 21, 2011
賵丕賵 !
兀毓馗賲 丕賱賰購鬲亘 賴賷 鬲賱賰 丕賱鬲賷 鬲購睾賷乇 丨賷丕鬲賰 ..
賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 , 賯丕丿乇 毓賱賶 鬲睾賷賷乇賽 丨賷丕鬲賷 亘賱丕 兀丿賳賶 卮賰 ..
賰鬲丕亘 毓馗賷賲 ... 毓馗賷賲 噩丿丕賸 ..
兀毓馗賲 丕賱賰購鬲亘 賴賷 鬲賱賰 丕賱鬲賷 鬲購睾賷乇 丨賷丕鬲賰 ..
賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 , 賯丕丿乇 毓賱賶 鬲睾賷賷乇賽 丨賷丕鬲賷 亘賱丕 兀丿賳賶 卮賰 ..
賰鬲丕亘 毓馗賷賲 ... 毓馗賷賲 噩丿丕賸 ..
July 7, 2008
Reading the title and the premise of this book will mislead you greatly as to what you are going to find inside.
This book is not uplifting or spiritual in any way. Elizabeth Gilbert is going through life unaffected by anything except her own whims. She is so selfish and self congratulating, trying to disguise it as self depreciating and humble. Her writing style isn't so bad, it's the content. She continuously looks out at the world and how it is affecting her, not accepting responsibility for creating all of the unfortunate situations in her life that led up to her traveling to the three I's.
Although she said nothing about her ex husband except that he was completely unreasonable and hated her (I wonder why), I still felt sympathetic for him. She gave no convincing reason for leaving him other than that she was sad.
She spent her time in Italy eating and congratulating herself on not having sex with a good-looking Italian man.
She spent her time in India "meditating" although it sounded more like complaining to me. (She does add a nice little bit about how she's glad she's not slaving away in the fields in the excruciating heat like some of the native women she sees.)
She spent her time in Indonesia feeling superior to the natives who apparently want to take you for all they can. She also decides to end her sexual sabbatical when she meets a slightly older gentleman from Brazil who caters to her self absorption and vanity.
In the end all she seems to have learned is that selfishness brings happiness, so if we can all leave our obligations behind and follow every whim and fancy, we fill finally find "god" or at least some form of euphoria. I think she's got it backward, there is something to be said for taking care of yourself first, but that is all she ever worries about. She is perfectly able to live her life however she sees fit, I am just irritated she put it in a book under a different guise and I fell for it.
This book is not uplifting or spiritual in any way. Elizabeth Gilbert is going through life unaffected by anything except her own whims. She is so selfish and self congratulating, trying to disguise it as self depreciating and humble. Her writing style isn't so bad, it's the content. She continuously looks out at the world and how it is affecting her, not accepting responsibility for creating all of the unfortunate situations in her life that led up to her traveling to the three I's.
Although she said nothing about her ex husband except that he was completely unreasonable and hated her (I wonder why), I still felt sympathetic for him. She gave no convincing reason for leaving him other than that she was sad.
She spent her time in Italy eating and congratulating herself on not having sex with a good-looking Italian man.
She spent her time in India "meditating" although it sounded more like complaining to me. (She does add a nice little bit about how she's glad she's not slaving away in the fields in the excruciating heat like some of the native women she sees.)
She spent her time in Indonesia feeling superior to the natives who apparently want to take you for all they can. She also decides to end her sexual sabbatical when she meets a slightly older gentleman from Brazil who caters to her self absorption and vanity.
In the end all she seems to have learned is that selfishness brings happiness, so if we can all leave our obligations behind and follow every whim and fancy, we fill finally find "god" or at least some form of euphoria. I think she's got it backward, there is something to be said for taking care of yourself first, but that is all she ever worries about. She is perfectly able to live her life however she sees fit, I am just irritated she put it in a book under a different guise and I fell for it.
April 23, 2018
Liz Gilbert is my hero.
That is all.
That is all.
February 20, 2009
Wow. I just gave Eat, Pray, Love a tearful send-off. And now I will relate to you the reasons why.
The book has helped me come to terms with the fact that this whole divorce healing process is taking so long, longer than any of my friends expected I think, and that it's not over. But even so, it's OK. I can still live my life and do new things and make new friends and still work through it. I'm not cheating anyone by giving them what I've got right now, as opposed to the miracle woman that I think I should be. I don't have to stop living until I've deemed myself "healed," because I am pretty sure this has changed me forever. Which is OK. It's good, actually.
The author starts making a concerted effort to repair herself. She has a moment of self-forgiveness:
This has been somewhat of a mantra for me in recent months. I read in a sort of self-help book back in May a quote that has stayed with me: "The only person who will never leave you is you." By choice or no, everyone in your life is bound to leave you someday. You must take care of yourself, and be happy with who you are. Especially if you're going to spend every day of the rest of your life with YOU.
Despite our best efforts to be happy, however, we're human and shit happens:
"Died of love in his shadow" is exactly it. I can't put it any better. I don't even think it needs explanation. There is pain and sorrow everywhere, within everyone. "Life is what happens while you're making other plans." Right? The author ends up in Bali, visiting daily with a medicine man. She asks him how to cure the craziness of the world:
I love this spiritual Balinese metaphor for familial love and protection. I may only have 3 brothers, but I do feel like they are my Western counterpart to the Balinese brothers. My family has been with me all the way through this past 11 months.
Another thing. I am reassured about my own attempts to travel, see people, grow, learn, live, love. Happiness is achieved with hard work. I've known this all along, and tried my very best to apply it to my marriage, but was dealt a blow and learned that I can only be responsible for my own happiness. I can't sacrifice myself for the happiness of someone else. I can't erase myself because someone else is having a temper tantrum at the airport. (I used to jokingly tell people that I pretended not to know him at the airport when he'd pitch a fit. But it was true.) And now I've been able to spend time making myself happy. At first I would elatedly think things to myself like, "I'm in the car and no one is angry. It's quiet, no one is yelling or punching the steering wheel or threatening to turn around in 5 minutes if the traffic doesn't clear up. No one is weaving violently around cars and looking sideways at me as if to say, 'Don't challenge me, I AM a safe driver!' I can change the radio station. I can even turn the radio off. I can be ME."
So how does one move on after trying so hard and failing to make someone else happy? The author of the book has gotten divorced and goes on a year-long voyage of self-discovery, and ends up returning to a place she had visited during the throes of divorce, but this time she is completely content. I read this part and immediately thought of Friday night, driving home from my friend's house. I drove past a Wawa where I had pulled over to cry my eyes out on my way home from her house one night in the spring. It was one of those moments in the car where I was alone and driving with my thoughts, and it was bad enough that I had to stop the car. I remember calling Andrea and crying it out with her. But on Friday I looked at the lot and thought, "Poor Jen." And I was sad for myself and what I had been through, but in a sort of "she-went-through-a-lot-and-it-breaks-my-heart" kind of way. Like I was thinking about someone else, a best friend, not living it in the moment. Now, although my experience was on a much smaller scale than Elizabeth Gilbert's, I SEE. I understand. I identify.
And that's not all:
The book has helped me come to terms with the fact that this whole divorce healing process is taking so long, longer than any of my friends expected I think, and that it's not over. But even so, it's OK. I can still live my life and do new things and make new friends and still work through it. I'm not cheating anyone by giving them what I've got right now, as opposed to the miracle woman that I think I should be. I don't have to stop living until I've deemed myself "healed," because I am pretty sure this has changed me forever. Which is OK. It's good, actually.
The author starts making a concerted effort to repair herself. She has a moment of self-forgiveness:
I also knew somehow that this respite of peace would be temporary. I knew that I was not yet finished for good, that my anger, my sadness, and my shame would all creep back eventually, escaping my heart and occupying my head once more. I knew that I would have to keep dealing with these thoughts again and again until I slowly and determinedly changed my whole life. And that this would be difficult and exhausting to do. But my heart said to my mind in the dark silence of that beach: "I love you, I will never leave you, I will always take care of you." (p. 328)
This has been somewhat of a mantra for me in recent months. I read in a sort of self-help book back in May a quote that has stayed with me: "The only person who will never leave you is you." By choice or no, everyone in your life is bound to leave you someday. You must take care of yourself, and be happy with who you are. Especially if you're going to spend every day of the rest of your life with YOU.
Despite our best efforts to be happy, however, we're human and shit happens:
She'd fallen in love with a Sardinian artist, who'd promised her another world of light and sun, but had left her, instead, with three children and no choice but to return to Venice and run the family restaurant. She is my age but looks even older than I do, and I can't imagine the kind of man who could do that to a woman so attractive. ("He was powerful," she says, "and I died of love in his shadow.) (p. 101)
"Died of love in his shadow" is exactly it. I can't put it any better. I don't even think it needs explanation. There is pain and sorrow everywhere, within everyone. "Life is what happens while you're making other plans." Right? The author ends up in Bali, visiting daily with a medicine man. She asks him how to cure the craziness of the world:
Ketut went on to explain that the Balinese believe we are each accompanied at birth by four invisible brothers, who come into the world with us and protect us throughout our lives. When the child is in the womb, her four siblings are even there with her--they are represented by the placenta, the amniotic fluid, the umbilical cord, and the yellow waxy substance that protects an unborn baby's
skin...
The child is taught from the earliest consciousness that she has these four brothers with her in the world wherever she goes, and that they will always look after her. The brothers inhabit the four virtues a person needs in order to be safe and happy in life: intelligence, friendship, strength, and (I love this one) poetry. The brothers can be called upon in any critical situation for rescue and assistance. When you die, your four spirit brothers collect your soul and bring you to heaven. (p. 251)
I love this spiritual Balinese metaphor for familial love and protection. I may only have 3 brothers, but I do feel like they are my Western counterpart to the Balinese brothers. My family has been with me all the way through this past 11 months.
Another thing. I am reassured about my own attempts to travel, see people, grow, learn, live, love. Happiness is achieved with hard work. I've known this all along, and tried my very best to apply it to my marriage, but was dealt a blow and learned that I can only be responsible for my own happiness. I can't sacrifice myself for the happiness of someone else. I can't erase myself because someone else is having a temper tantrum at the airport. (I used to jokingly tell people that I pretended not to know him at the airport when he'd pitch a fit. But it was true.) And now I've been able to spend time making myself happy. At first I would elatedly think things to myself like, "I'm in the car and no one is angry. It's quiet, no one is yelling or punching the steering wheel or threatening to turn around in 5 minutes if the traffic doesn't clear up. No one is weaving violently around cars and looking sideways at me as if to say, 'Don't challenge me, I AM a safe driver!' I can change the radio station. I can even turn the radio off. I can be ME."
Happiness is the consequence of personal effort. You fight for it, strive for it, insist upon it, and sometimes even travel around the world looking for it... And once you have achieved a state of happiness, you must never become lax about maintaining it, you must make a mighty effort to keep swimming upward into that happiness forever, to stay afloat on top of it. (p.206)
So how does one move on after trying so hard and failing to make someone else happy? The author of the book has gotten divorced and goes on a year-long voyage of self-discovery, and ends up returning to a place she had visited during the throes of divorce, but this time she is completely content. I read this part and immediately thought of Friday night, driving home from my friend's house. I drove past a Wawa where I had pulled over to cry my eyes out on my way home from her house one night in the spring. It was one of those moments in the car where I was alone and driving with my thoughts, and it was bad enough that I had to stop the car. I remember calling Andrea and crying it out with her. But on Friday I looked at the lot and thought, "Poor Jen." And I was sad for myself and what I had been through, but in a sort of "she-went-through-a-lot-and-it-breaks-my-heart" kind of way. Like I was thinking about someone else, a best friend, not living it in the moment. Now, although my experience was on a much smaller scale than Elizabeth Gilbert's, I SEE. I understand. I identify.
I think about the woman I have become lately, about the life that I am now living, and about how much I always wanted to be this person and live this life, liberated from the farce of pretending to be anyone other than myself. I think of everything I endured before getting here and wonder if it was me--I mean, this happy and balanced me, who is now dozing on the deck of this small Indonesian fishing boat--who pulled the other, younger, more confused and more struggling me forward during all those hard years... Knowing already that everything would be OK, that everyhing would eventually bring us together here. Right here, right to this moment. Where I was always waiting in peace and contentment, always waiting for her to arrive and join me. (pp. 329-330)
And that's not all:
In the end, though, maybe we must all give up trying to pay back the people in this world who sustain our lives. In the end, maybe it's wiser to surrender before the miraculous scope of human generosity and to just keep saying thank you, forever and sincerely, for as long as we have voices. (p. 334)
August 18, 2019
I have been hating this book for such a long time without reading it.
Without any judgment, I loved what this book has to teach with such
simplicity and sweetness!
And made me laugh at a few times too!
Without any judgment, I loved what this book has to teach with such
simplicity and sweetness!
And made me laugh at a few times too!
December 19, 2008
Elizabeth Gilbert is a really good writer but I still had to absolutely slog through to the end of her annoying book. I did so with the faint hope that maybe there would be some last minute clue about all the hype 鈥攐r that maybe Gilbert would finally wake up one morning and say 鈥淗ey, maybe it鈥檚 not all about me!鈥�
No such luck. Her perspective is shallow, completely self-absorbed and lacking in empathy. The spiritual part of her quest never translates to any feelings of compassion or altruism. Gilbert spends close to a year living among the poorest people in the world and still manages to think about nothing but herself and her own needs.
Ugh鈥攖his book is offensive.
No such luck. Her perspective is shallow, completely self-absorbed and lacking in empathy. The spiritual part of her quest never translates to any feelings of compassion or altruism. Gilbert spends close to a year living among the poorest people in the world and still manages to think about nothing but herself and her own needs.
Ugh鈥攖his book is offensive.
August 9, 2016
"Oh, you spent a year in India? Well, have you read that book Eat, Pray, Love? She was in India, too! You'd love it!"
If I can forgive Elizabeth Gilbert for being paid upfront to undertake a journey of "self-discovery" (and I can--sign me up for "Clueless in Calcutta"!), then certainly, she can forgive me for only reading this because I felt obligated to do so. (And for "riding her coattails" in this review, so to speak.)
Her style is pretty easy to get into, although I was completely fed up with her sense of humor by I got to the end of the Italy "eat" section. There are certainly things we can admire her for: her honesty, for starters, even if she gets really annoying.
A style note: I really love that she divided up the book into three main sections, with 36 stories each, for a total of 108 stories. I felt that some of the 36 sections were rather arbitrarily forced into sections, but I still love the set-up.
I can't speak for her trips in Italy and Bali, knowing nothing about the culture, but I can speak for India, and it needs it.
To sum up the "Pray" chapter in one line: Her experience in India was akin to someone coming to America and staying at Disneyland for four months.
This is not to belittle her spiritual development there; in fact, I think the India section was my favorite out of the three. I've had friends say that they didn't want to go to India after reading this section, or that it was "long" and "boring", but I really enjoyed getting inside her head and watching her smooth out some very big knots and minor kinks.
When it comes down to it, however, she stayed at an Ashram for the entire duration of her stay in India, only really leaving the compound to drink soda (which, fyi, is called "Thums-Up" not "Thumbs-Up", and presumably does not have high fructose corn syrup in it, as most Indian sodas use sugar instead).
I've been to a few of these compounds, namely, the Root Institute in Bodh Gaya and the Deer Park Institute in Bir. They are modern, clean, and often amazing institutes (Deer Park has a "plastic room": they recycle everything, and for those juice boxes and plastic bags they can't? They put them in a room, until the day arrives that they can properly dispose of the material without damage to the environment). For an American tourist, these are great places to go on retreat, because you are largely sheltered from the Indian life outside. You get filtered water, nice and nutritious meals (with low risk of dysentery!), access to hot water (through solar panels, but many places also have heaters that they can switch on for you if it's a cloudy day), Western toilets (over-rated), and you meet some amazing people in these places--usually a mixture of extremely-well-to-do Indians and educated people from around the world. You will, occasionally, meet one or two locals, usually employed by the institutes.
But what you experience in these institutes is NOT the culture that lies outside. It's equivalent to Disneyland because you are taken care of, and can pick and choose what you want to do (literally: yoga or meditation? field trip to the fabulous Hindu temple a day's car ride away?), and as American as Disneyland may be, it's only one small facet of what America is and stands for.
She mentions, while having a particularly moving spiritual experience, that "this is the worst nightmare of every American parent whose child has ever run away to India to find herself--that she will end up having orgies with trees in the moonlight." I laughed, and asked my mom if she thought that's what I was doing. She didn't say anything, so I said, "You were probably worried I was having real orgies!"
She fails to understand a few key points about India: one, that a female monk, in as many traditions as I am aware, is translated to "nun" in the English language; and two, that the reason why flights out of India are often at 4 am is to expediate your transition into another timezone. For instance, if you're traveling from Delhi to Bangkok, your plane will leave late at night so when you arrive in Bangkok, it is morning, and you have to force yourself to stay awake, thus helping you defeat your jetlag. Same with flights from Delhi to New York; I might have been as tired as all hell, but hello New York sunlight!
So, would I recommend this book? Probably not, unless you're interested in what a privileged white woman can do with a book advance, or if you're interested in Indian new-age beliefs. This is a bathtub-full-of-bubbles read: completely mindless, but ohhhh pretty bubbles. You might get something out of it, but it is by no means a religious text, or one that's life-changing.
The next person that comes up to me, finds out I spent a year in India, and brings up this book is only going to get a sweet smile and, "Did you enjoy that book? Wait until mine comes out."
If I can forgive Elizabeth Gilbert for being paid upfront to undertake a journey of "self-discovery" (and I can--sign me up for "Clueless in Calcutta"!), then certainly, she can forgive me for only reading this because I felt obligated to do so. (And for "riding her coattails" in this review, so to speak.)
Her style is pretty easy to get into, although I was completely fed up with her sense of humor by I got to the end of the Italy "eat" section. There are certainly things we can admire her for: her honesty, for starters, even if she gets really annoying.
A style note: I really love that she divided up the book into three main sections, with 36 stories each, for a total of 108 stories. I felt that some of the 36 sections were rather arbitrarily forced into sections, but I still love the set-up.
I can't speak for her trips in Italy and Bali, knowing nothing about the culture, but I can speak for India, and it needs it.
To sum up the "Pray" chapter in one line: Her experience in India was akin to someone coming to America and staying at Disneyland for four months.
This is not to belittle her spiritual development there; in fact, I think the India section was my favorite out of the three. I've had friends say that they didn't want to go to India after reading this section, or that it was "long" and "boring", but I really enjoyed getting inside her head and watching her smooth out some very big knots and minor kinks.
When it comes down to it, however, she stayed at an Ashram for the entire duration of her stay in India, only really leaving the compound to drink soda (which, fyi, is called "Thums-Up" not "Thumbs-Up", and presumably does not have high fructose corn syrup in it, as most Indian sodas use sugar instead).
I've been to a few of these compounds, namely, the Root Institute in Bodh Gaya and the Deer Park Institute in Bir. They are modern, clean, and often amazing institutes (Deer Park has a "plastic room": they recycle everything, and for those juice boxes and plastic bags they can't? They put them in a room, until the day arrives that they can properly dispose of the material without damage to the environment). For an American tourist, these are great places to go on retreat, because you are largely sheltered from the Indian life outside. You get filtered water, nice and nutritious meals (with low risk of dysentery!), access to hot water (through solar panels, but many places also have heaters that they can switch on for you if it's a cloudy day), Western toilets (over-rated), and you meet some amazing people in these places--usually a mixture of extremely-well-to-do Indians and educated people from around the world. You will, occasionally, meet one or two locals, usually employed by the institutes.
But what you experience in these institutes is NOT the culture that lies outside. It's equivalent to Disneyland because you are taken care of, and can pick and choose what you want to do (literally: yoga or meditation? field trip to the fabulous Hindu temple a day's car ride away?), and as American as Disneyland may be, it's only one small facet of what America is and stands for.
She mentions, while having a particularly moving spiritual experience, that "this is the worst nightmare of every American parent whose child has ever run away to India to find herself--that she will end up having orgies with trees in the moonlight." I laughed, and asked my mom if she thought that's what I was doing. She didn't say anything, so I said, "You were probably worried I was having real orgies!"
She fails to understand a few key points about India: one, that a female monk, in as many traditions as I am aware, is translated to "nun" in the English language; and two, that the reason why flights out of India are often at 4 am is to expediate your transition into another timezone. For instance, if you're traveling from Delhi to Bangkok, your plane will leave late at night so when you arrive in Bangkok, it is morning, and you have to force yourself to stay awake, thus helping you defeat your jetlag. Same with flights from Delhi to New York; I might have been as tired as all hell, but hello New York sunlight!
So, would I recommend this book? Probably not, unless you're interested in what a privileged white woman can do with a book advance, or if you're interested in Indian new-age beliefs. This is a bathtub-full-of-bubbles read: completely mindless, but ohhhh pretty bubbles. You might get something out of it, but it is by no means a religious text, or one that's life-changing.
The next person that comes up to me, finds out I spent a year in India, and brings up this book is only going to get a sweet smile and, "Did you enjoy that book? Wait until mine comes out."
July 20, 2011
兀丿丕亍 乇丕卅毓 噩亘丕乇 賵爻賷乇丞 匕丕鬲賷丞 囟賲賳 爻賷丕賯 乇賵丕卅賷 賲匕賴賱..丕賱賲卮賰賱丞 賮賷 鬲賯賷賷賲賷 賱兀賲乇 賲丕 賴賵 丿丕卅賲丕 賲丕 賷賰賵賳 鬲丨鬲 丕賱囟睾胤 丕賱匕賷 鬲爻賵賯賴 丕賱毓賵丕胤賮 賱賰賳 賲丕 賵噩丿鬲賴 賮賷 賴匕丕 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 賷爻賲賵 兀賷囟丕 毓賳 噩亘乇 禺丕胤乇 丕賱毓丕胤賮丞 .....廿賳 乇丨賱丞 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳 丕賱匕丕鬲 賵丕賷孬丕乇 丨賷丕丞 丕賱丕爻鬲賯乇丕乇 賱廿毓丕丿丞 丕爻鬲賰卮丕賮 丕賱乇賵丨 賴賵 賲丨鬲賵賷 賴匕賴 丕賱賯胤毓丞 丕賱丕亘丿丕毓賷丞 兀賲丕 丕賱賲丕賴賷丞 賮賰丕賳鬲 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱毓賳賵丕賳 ( 胤毓丕賲貙氐賱丕丞貙丨亘).賮丕賱胤毓丕賲 賲賯乇賵賳 亘丕賱賱匕丞 賵丕賱乇賵丨丕賳賷丞 賴賷 爻賲賵 丕賱賳賮爻 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丕賱氐賱丕丞 賵丕賱丨亘 賲氐丿乇賴 丕賱毓丕胤賮丞 賱匕丕 賰丕賳 丕賱爻賮乇 丕賱賷 丕賷胤丕賱賷丕 賮丕賱賴賳丿 毓賯亘鬲賴丕 乇丨賱賴 丕賳丿賵賳賷爻賷丕 ...........兀匕賴賱賳賷 丕賱賰鬲丕亘 賵乇丕賯賱賷 賲丕 賯乇兀鬲 賵兀賳丕 丕賱丕賳 兀賯乇兀賴 賲賳 噩丿賷丿 亘賳爻禺鬲賴 丕賱丕賳噩賱賷夭賷丞...丨賯丕 賷爻鬲丨賯 丕賱丕卮丕丿丞
August 22, 2019
I checked the dictionary definition of 鈥渟elf-absorbed鈥� and, sure enough, there鈥檚 a picture of this book. This is of those few books that I bitterly resent having spent my money on.
February 1, 2014
I had a very love/give-me-a-break relationship with this book, so I had to give it a week or so before writing a review to let it settle. I began the book on an optimistic note, then quickly became annoyed with the long, rambling chapters justifying the author's use of the word "God" and how OTHER words for "God" are neither better nor worse, more nor less accurate, than "God" but this author feels a connection with the word "God" so she's going to use it here but REALLY, there are LOTS of ways to express the concept, etc. etc. etc.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the Italy section began, and my annoyance quickly turned into enjoyment; in fact, during this section, I couldn't put the book down. I found the author's honesty endearing and her handling of telling the story of her divorce to be very tasteful (she declines to go into much detail or to take cheap swipes at her ex-husband--a choice that becomes even more obviously conscious as the book goes on and the reader realizes that bold honesty is not something this author shies away from).
The India section, though it had its bright moments and colorful personalities (Richard from Texas was one of my favorite people in the book), was sluggish, especially during long examinations of the author's difficulty with meditating, her relationship with God, and other highly personal experiences that, frankly, I applaud her for living so fully and experiencing so honestly, but don't feel they are really relevant or all that interesting to anyone else. They're the stuff of personal journals, not dinner-table conversation. The best example of this was a chapter in which the author abruptly reveals that she traveled through her meditative vortex and encountered God. There's no setting the stage or putting the experience into the context of the rest of the book, just several long pages describing the ways she couldn't possibly describe it. Sections like this, to me, only alienate the reader.
The last section, set in Bali, did much to humanize her after those esoteric meditations on...meditation. I loved that the reader could really feel that she was finally transcending this deeply inward, wounded stage of her life and coming out onto the other side. Her writing shed much of its cumbersome devotion to detail, and we began to hear from her not every day or every moment, but periodically, to give us an update on where she'd been and what she'd been doing. It felt to me that she was finally living her life instead of just writing about it.
After a few days of processing the book, what stood out for me was the author's truly courageous willingness to write in an intensely personal style and be completely honest about herself. There were points when her honesty made me feel a bit uncomfortable--the type of uncomfortable where you wonder, "Did she mean to tell us that??" But in the end, I admired that the book was so unapologetically truthful--really a deeply felt, no-holds-barred account of one person's struggle to live through the joys and devastations that we all experience. It's not often that an author lets her readers in so completely, and though it didn't always connect for me, I appreciated that.
I breathed a sigh of relief when the Italy section began, and my annoyance quickly turned into enjoyment; in fact, during this section, I couldn't put the book down. I found the author's honesty endearing and her handling of telling the story of her divorce to be very tasteful (she declines to go into much detail or to take cheap swipes at her ex-husband--a choice that becomes even more obviously conscious as the book goes on and the reader realizes that bold honesty is not something this author shies away from).
The India section, though it had its bright moments and colorful personalities (Richard from Texas was one of my favorite people in the book), was sluggish, especially during long examinations of the author's difficulty with meditating, her relationship with God, and other highly personal experiences that, frankly, I applaud her for living so fully and experiencing so honestly, but don't feel they are really relevant or all that interesting to anyone else. They're the stuff of personal journals, not dinner-table conversation. The best example of this was a chapter in which the author abruptly reveals that she traveled through her meditative vortex and encountered God. There's no setting the stage or putting the experience into the context of the rest of the book, just several long pages describing the ways she couldn't possibly describe it. Sections like this, to me, only alienate the reader.
The last section, set in Bali, did much to humanize her after those esoteric meditations on...meditation. I loved that the reader could really feel that she was finally transcending this deeply inward, wounded stage of her life and coming out onto the other side. Her writing shed much of its cumbersome devotion to detail, and we began to hear from her not every day or every moment, but periodically, to give us an update on where she'd been and what she'd been doing. It felt to me that she was finally living her life instead of just writing about it.
After a few days of processing the book, what stood out for me was the author's truly courageous willingness to write in an intensely personal style and be completely honest about herself. There were points when her honesty made me feel a bit uncomfortable--the type of uncomfortable where you wonder, "Did she mean to tell us that??" But in the end, I admired that the book was so unapologetically truthful--really a deeply felt, no-holds-barred account of one person's struggle to live through the joys and devastations that we all experience. It's not often that an author lets her readers in so completely, and though it didn't always connect for me, I appreciated that.
August 4, 2015
" 丕賲乇兀丞 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰購賱 卮賷亍 "
鬲賱賰 丕賱毓亘丕乇丞 毓賱賶 睾賱丕賮 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 , 賴賷 賲丕 噩匕亘賳賷 賱賱賰鬲丕亘 賰丕賱賲睾賳丕胤賷爻
( 廿賳賴丕 兀賳丕 )
賴賰匕丕 丨丿孬鬲 賳賮爻賷
廿賳賴丕 兀賳丕 ..
鬲賱賰 賲賳 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰購賱 丕賱卮賷亍
鬲賱賰 丕賱鬲賷 鬲購乇賷丿 兀賳 鬲購氐亘丨 丨乇丞 , 丿賵賳 賯賷賵丿 , 鬲賯囟賷 丨賷丕鬲賴丕 賲丕 亘賷賳 丕賱爻賮乇 賵丕賱鬲噩賵賱 賮賷 賰購賱 乇賰賳 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 , 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 鬲丕乇賷禺 賴匕丕 丕賱乇賰賳 , 鬲卮丕乇賰 兀賴賱賴 丨賷丕鬲賴賲 賵兀賷丕賲賴賲 , 鬲鬲匕賵賯 胤毓丕賲賴賲 , 鬲丨亘賴賲 賵賷丨亘賵賳賴丕
賰購賱 賲丕 鬲乇賷丿賴 賴賵 鬲毓賱賲 賱睾丞 , 賰鬲丕亘 噩丿賷丿 鬲賯乇丐賴 , 賵噩亘丞 賱匕賷匕丞 兀賵 丨鬲賶 賰賵亘 賳爻賰丕賮賷賴
鬲購睾乇賷賴丕 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賰賲賳 賮賷 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 丕賱亘爻賷胤丞
賱賰賳 爻乇毓丕賳 賲丕 賷丐乇賯賴丕 丨賳賷賳賴丕 賵鬲賵賯賴丕 賱賱丨賷丕丞 丕賱賲爻鬲賯乇丞
賱賱兀賲賵賲赌丞
( - 兀賳鬲賽 鬲乇睾亘賷賳 賮賷 丕賱賰孬賷乇 , 賵丕賱丨賷丕丞 賱賳 鬲賲賳丨賰 賰購賱 卮賷亍 毓夭賷夭鬲賷
- 兀賳丕 賱丕 兀乇睾亘 賮賷 丕賱賰孬賷乇 , 兀賳丕 賮賯胤 兀乇睾亘 賮賷 丕賱賯賱賷賱 賲賳 賰購賱 卮賷亍
- 胤賲毓 兀賲 兀賳丕賳賷丞
- 亘賱 胤賲賵丨
- 賱賰賳 丨馗賰 ....
- 兀毓賱賲 , 兀毓賱賲 兀賳賰 爻鬲賯賵賱賷賳 兀賳賷 爻賷卅丞 丕賱丨馗
- 亘賱 賱丕 鬲賲賱賰賷賳 丨馗丕賸 賲賳 丕賱兀爻丕爻
- 賮賱賷賰賳 , 兀賳丕 賱丕 兀丐賲賳 亘丕賱丨馗
- 亘賲丕匕丕 鬲丐賲賳賷賳 廿匕丕
- 兀丐賲賳 亘兀卮賷丕亍 兀禺乇賶 賰丕賱賯丿乇 賵 ... 丕賱賳氐賷亘 )
鬲匕賰乇鬲 丨賵丕乇賷 賲毓 賳賮爻賷 賴匕丕 , 毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 鬲鬲丨丿孬 廿賱賶 賳賮爻賴丕 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丿賮鬲乇賴丕
賵毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 鬲噩孬賵 毓賱賶 乇賰亘鬲賷賴丕 賵乇兀爻賴丕 毓賱賶 兀乇囟 丕賱丨賲丕賲 , 鬲亘賰賷 賵鬲卅賳 亘氐賲鬲
匕賰乇鬲賳賷 賰賷賮 賰購賳鬲 兀馗賱 胤賵丕賱 賳氐賮 爻丕毓丞 爻丕噩丿丞 賵兀亘賰賷 亘賯賱亘 賷賲賱丐賴 丕賱兀賱賲 , 賱兀賳賴囟 亘乇丕丨丞 賵賰兀賳賷 鬲乇賰鬲 賰購賱 賴賲賵賲賷 毓賱賶 丕賱兀乇囟 賵乇丨賱鬲
匕賰乇鬲賳賷 亘鬲賮丕氐賷賱 賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 丨賷丕鬲賷 , 賲賳賴丕 賲丕 賳爻賷鬲賴 賵賲賳賴丕 賲丕 賱賲 兀乇睾亘 賮賷 鬲匕賰乇賴
兀毓鬲賯丿 賴匕丕 賴賵 爻乇 鬲毓賱賯賷 亘賴匕賴 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞
鬲卮亘賴賳賷 :)
兀丨亘亘鬲 賱賷夭 , 兀丨亘亘鬲 噩乇兀鬲賴丕 賮賷 賰鬲丕亘丞 賲卮丕毓乇賴丕 賵丌賱丕賲賴丕
廿賳賴 賲賳 丕賱氐毓賵亘丞 兀賳 鬲卮丕乇賰 賲賳 賴賲 兀賯乇亘 丕賱兀卮禺丕氐 廿賱賷賰 賮賷 賱丨馗丕鬲 囟毓賮賰
賰賷賮 賵兀賳鬲 鬲卮丕乇賰 囟毓賮賰 賵鬲賯氐賴 毓賱賶 賲賱丕賷賷賳 丕賱賯乇丕亍 !!
兀丨亘亘鬲 胤乇賷賯丞 丕賱爻乇丿 丕賱毓賮賵賷丞
卮毓乇鬲 亘氐丿賯 丌賱賲賴丕 , 賵爻毓丿鬲 亘爻毓丕丿鬲賴丕 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賵氐賱鬲 廿賱賷賴丕 賮賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞
胤毓丕賲 賮賷 廿賷胤丕賱賷丕 > 鬲毓賱賲鬲 兀賳賴 賴賳丕賰 兀卮賷丕亍 賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 賲賳鬲賴賶 丕賱亘爻丕胤丞 , 賲賳 卮兀賳賴丕 兀賳 鬲禺賱賯 賱賳丕 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞
氐賱丕丞 賮賷 丕賱賴賳丿 > 鬲毓賱賲鬲 兀賴賲賷丞 丕賱乇賵丨丕賳賷丞 賮賷 丕賱匕丕鬲
兀賴賲賷丞 賵噩賵丿 ( 丕賱賱賴 ) 賮賷 丨賷丕鬲賷
丨賯丕賸 賳丨購賳 賲賳 賳丨鬲丕噩賴 , 賳丨鬲丕噩 兀賳 賳孬賯 賮賷 兀毓賲丕賯賳丕 兀賳賴 賴賳丕賰 賲賳 賷乇毓丕賳丕 賵賷卮賲賱賳丕 亘丨賲丕賷鬲賴
兀丨鬲丕噩賴 賱兀噩丿 丕賱鬲賵丕夭賳 丿丕禺賱賷 , 賵爻賱丕賲賷 丕賱賳賮爻賷
丨亘 賮賷 兀賳丿賵賳賷爻賷丕 > 匕賰乇鬲賳賷 亘噩賲賱丞 兀丨賱丕賲 賲爻鬲睾丕賳賲賷 兀噩賲賱 丨亘賾 賴賵 丕賱匕賷 賳毓孬購乇 毓賱賷賴 兀孬賳丕亍 亘丨孬賽賳丕 毓賳 卮賷亍 丌禺乇
兀鬲賲賳賶 兀賳 兀噩賭丿 爻賱丕賲賷 丕賱賳賮爻賷 賵鬲賵丕夭賳賷 丕賱丿丕禺賱賷 賷賵賲丕賸 賲丕 :)
兀毓鬲賯丿 兀賳賳賷 亘毓丿 賯乇丕亍丞 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 爻兀亘丨孬 兀賰孬乇 毓賳 丕賱鬲兀賲賱 賵丕賱賷賵睾丕 賵賮賵丕卅丿賴賲丕 賵乇亘賲丕 賲丕乇爻鬲賴賲丕
兀毓噩亘鬲賳賷 丕賱賮賰乇丞 :D
鬲賱賰 丕賱毓亘丕乇丞 毓賱賶 睾賱丕賮 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 , 賴賷 賲丕 噩匕亘賳賷 賱賱賰鬲丕亘 賰丕賱賲睾賳丕胤賷爻
( 廿賳賴丕 兀賳丕 )
賴賰匕丕 丨丿孬鬲 賳賮爻賷
廿賳賴丕 兀賳丕 ..
鬲賱賰 賲賳 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰購賱 丕賱卮賷亍
鬲賱賰 丕賱鬲賷 鬲購乇賷丿 兀賳 鬲購氐亘丨 丨乇丞 , 丿賵賳 賯賷賵丿 , 鬲賯囟賷 丨賷丕鬲賴丕 賲丕 亘賷賳 丕賱爻賮乇 賵丕賱鬲噩賵賱 賮賷 賰購賱 乇賰賳 賮賷 丕賱毓丕賱賲 , 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 鬲丕乇賷禺 賴匕丕 丕賱乇賰賳 , 鬲卮丕乇賰 兀賴賱賴 丨賷丕鬲賴賲 賵兀賷丕賲賴賲 , 鬲鬲匕賵賯 胤毓丕賲賴賲 , 鬲丨亘賴賲 賵賷丨亘賵賳賴丕
賰購賱 賲丕 鬲乇賷丿賴 賴賵 鬲毓賱賲 賱睾丞 , 賰鬲丕亘 噩丿賷丿 鬲賯乇丐賴 , 賵噩亘丞 賱匕賷匕丞 兀賵 丨鬲賶 賰賵亘 賳爻賰丕賮賷賴
鬲購睾乇賷賴丕 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賰賲賳 賮賷 丕賱兀卮賷丕亍 丕賱亘爻賷胤丞
賱賰賳 爻乇毓丕賳 賲丕 賷丐乇賯賴丕 丨賳賷賳賴丕 賵鬲賵賯賴丕 賱賱丨賷丕丞 丕賱賲爻鬲賯乇丞
賱賱兀賲賵賲赌丞
( - 兀賳鬲賽 鬲乇睾亘賷賳 賮賷 丕賱賰孬賷乇 , 賵丕賱丨賷丕丞 賱賳 鬲賲賳丨賰 賰購賱 卮賷亍 毓夭賷夭鬲賷
- 兀賳丕 賱丕 兀乇睾亘 賮賷 丕賱賰孬賷乇 , 兀賳丕 賮賯胤 兀乇睾亘 賮賷 丕賱賯賱賷賱 賲賳 賰購賱 卮賷亍
- 胤賲毓 兀賲 兀賳丕賳賷丞
- 亘賱 胤賲賵丨
- 賱賰賳 丨馗賰 ....
- 兀毓賱賲 , 兀毓賱賲 兀賳賰 爻鬲賯賵賱賷賳 兀賳賷 爻賷卅丞 丕賱丨馗
- 亘賱 賱丕 鬲賲賱賰賷賳 丨馗丕賸 賲賳 丕賱兀爻丕爻
- 賮賱賷賰賳 , 兀賳丕 賱丕 兀丐賲賳 亘丕賱丨馗
- 亘賲丕匕丕 鬲丐賲賳賷賳 廿匕丕
- 兀丐賲賳 亘兀卮賷丕亍 兀禺乇賶 賰丕賱賯丿乇 賵 ... 丕賱賳氐賷亘 )
鬲匕賰乇鬲 丨賵丕乇賷 賲毓 賳賮爻賷 賴匕丕 , 毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 鬲鬲丨丿孬 廿賱賶 賳賮爻賴丕 賲賳 禺賱丕賱 丿賮鬲乇賴丕
賵毓賳丿賲丕 賰丕賳鬲 鬲噩孬賵 毓賱賶 乇賰亘鬲賷賴丕 賵乇兀爻賴丕 毓賱賶 兀乇囟 丕賱丨賲丕賲 , 鬲亘賰賷 賵鬲卅賳 亘氐賲鬲
匕賰乇鬲賳賷 賰賷賮 賰購賳鬲 兀馗賱 胤賵丕賱 賳氐賮 爻丕毓丞 爻丕噩丿丞 賵兀亘賰賷 亘賯賱亘 賷賲賱丐賴 丕賱兀賱賲 , 賱兀賳賴囟 亘乇丕丨丞 賵賰兀賳賷 鬲乇賰鬲 賰購賱 賴賲賵賲賷 毓賱賶 丕賱兀乇囟 賵乇丨賱鬲
匕賰乇鬲賳賷 亘鬲賮丕氐賷賱 賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 丨賷丕鬲賷 , 賲賳賴丕 賲丕 賳爻賷鬲賴 賵賲賳賴丕 賲丕 賱賲 兀乇睾亘 賮賷 鬲匕賰乇賴
兀毓鬲賯丿 賴匕丕 賴賵 爻乇 鬲毓賱賯賷 亘賴匕賴 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞
鬲卮亘賴賳賷 :)
兀丨亘亘鬲 賱賷夭 , 兀丨亘亘鬲 噩乇兀鬲賴丕 賮賷 賰鬲丕亘丞 賲卮丕毓乇賴丕 賵丌賱丕賲賴丕
廿賳賴 賲賳 丕賱氐毓賵亘丞 兀賳 鬲卮丕乇賰 賲賳 賴賲 兀賯乇亘 丕賱兀卮禺丕氐 廿賱賷賰 賮賷 賱丨馗丕鬲 囟毓賮賰
賰賷賮 賵兀賳鬲 鬲卮丕乇賰 囟毓賮賰 賵鬲賯氐賴 毓賱賶 賲賱丕賷賷賳 丕賱賯乇丕亍 !!
兀丨亘亘鬲 胤乇賷賯丞 丕賱爻乇丿 丕賱毓賮賵賷丞
卮毓乇鬲 亘氐丿賯 丌賱賲賴丕 , 賵爻毓丿鬲 亘爻毓丕丿鬲賴丕 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賵氐賱鬲 廿賱賷賴丕 賮賷 丕賱賳賴丕賷丞
胤毓丕賲 賮賷 廿賷胤丕賱賷丕 > 鬲毓賱賲鬲 兀賳賴 賴賳丕賰 兀卮賷丕亍 賰孬賷乇丞 賮賷 賲賳鬲賴賶 丕賱亘爻丕胤丞 , 賲賳 卮兀賳賴丕 兀賳 鬲禺賱賯 賱賳丕 丕賱爻毓丕丿丞
氐賱丕丞 賮賷 丕賱賴賳丿 > 鬲毓賱賲鬲 兀賴賲賷丞 丕賱乇賵丨丕賳賷丞 賮賷 丕賱匕丕鬲
兀賴賲賷丞 賵噩賵丿 ( 丕賱賱賴 ) 賮賷 丨賷丕鬲賷
丨賯丕賸 賳丨購賳 賲賳 賳丨鬲丕噩賴 , 賳丨鬲丕噩 兀賳 賳孬賯 賮賷 兀毓賲丕賯賳丕 兀賳賴 賴賳丕賰 賲賳 賷乇毓丕賳丕 賵賷卮賲賱賳丕 亘丨賲丕賷鬲賴
兀丨鬲丕噩賴 賱兀噩丿 丕賱鬲賵丕夭賳 丿丕禺賱賷 , 賵爻賱丕賲賷 丕賱賳賮爻賷
丨亘 賮賷 兀賳丿賵賳賷爻賷丕 > 匕賰乇鬲賳賷 亘噩賲賱丞 兀丨賱丕賲 賲爻鬲睾丕賳賲賷 兀噩賲賱 丨亘賾 賴賵 丕賱匕賷 賳毓孬購乇 毓賱賷賴 兀孬賳丕亍 亘丨孬賽賳丕 毓賳 卮賷亍 丌禺乇
兀鬲賲賳賶 兀賳 兀噩賭丿 爻賱丕賲賷 丕賱賳賮爻賷 賵鬲賵丕夭賳賷 丕賱丿丕禺賱賷 賷賵賲丕賸 賲丕 :)
兀毓鬲賯丿 兀賳賳賷 亘毓丿 賯乇丕亍丞 丕賱乇賵丕賷丞 爻兀亘丨孬 兀賰孬乇 毓賳 丕賱鬲兀賲賱 賵丕賱賷賵睾丕 賵賮賵丕卅丿賴賲丕 賵乇亘賲丕 賲丕乇爻鬲賴賲丕
兀毓噩亘鬲賳賷 丕賱賮賰乇丞 :D
July 10, 2017
this was beautiful and long journey between Italy , India , Indonesia i learned a lot of things in this book was amazing and a little boring for me i loved Italy part more than India and Indonesia but it's good book over all and happy to read it 馃挄'
March 21, 2021
賲孬賱 倬乇蹖丿賳 丕夭 禺賵丕亘 亘賵丿. 亘賴 禺賵丿賲 讴賴 丕賵賲丿賲 亘蹖 賴丿賮 鬲賵蹖 禺蹖丕亘賵賳 乇丕賴 賲蹖 乇賮鬲賲 賵 鬲氐賵蹖乇 讴賵趩賴 賴丕 賵 賲睾丕夭賴 賴丕 丿乇 匕賴賳賲 亘賴 賴賲 賲蹖 倬蹖趩蹖丿. 讴賵賱賴 丕賲 乇賵蹖 丿賵卮賲 亘賵丿 賵 讴鬲丕亘賲 乇賵 诏賵卮 賲蹖 讴乇丿賲. 丕蹖賳噩丕 鬲賴乇丕賳 賵 丕蹖賳 丌禺乇蹖賳 乇賵夭賴丕蹖 賳賵丿 賵 賳賴 賳亘賵丿. 鬲賵蹖 噩卮賳 鬲賵賱丿 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴 丿乇 亘丕賱蹖 丕蹖爻鬲丕丿賴 亘賵丿賲 賵 亘賴 丌丿賲 賴丕 賵 賱亘丕爻 賴丕蹖 乇賳诏蹖卮賵賳 賳诏丕賴 賲蹖 讴乇丿賲. 丨爻 賲蹖 讴乇丿賲 讴賴 鬲賲丕賲 丕蹖賳 爻賮乇 蹖讴爻丕賱賴 乇賵 賴賲乇丕賴卮 亘賵丿賲. 鬲賲丕賲 讴丕賮賴 賴丕蹖 乇賲 乇賵 讴賳丕乇卮 賳卮爻鬲賲 賵 賴賲乇丕賴卮 毓卮賯 亘賴 蹖讴 夭亘丕賳 丿蹖诏賴 乇賵 鬲噩乇亘賴 讴乇丿賲. 丿乇 丌卮乇丕賲 賴丕蹖 賴賳丿 讴賳丕乇卮 夭賲蹖賳 賴丕 乇賵 卮爻鬲賲 賵 爻丕毓鬲 賴丕 亘丕賴丕卮 亘蹖 丨乇讴鬲 賳卮爻鬲賲. 丨丕賱丕 丕蹖賳 賱丨馗賴 賴丕蹖 丌禺乇 丕蹖賳 爻賮乇 丿乇 丕賳丿賵賳夭蹖 亘賵丿
夭賳丿诏蹖 賵 胤乇夭 鬲賮讴乇 賲賳 賵 賱蹖夭 诏蹖賱亘乇鬲 丿乇 馗丕賴乇 丕賳诏丕乇 賴蹖趩 卮亘丕賴鬲蹖 亘賴 賴賲 賳丿丕乇賴. 丕賵 賳賵蹖爻賳丿賴貙 賲胤賱賯賴貙 倬賵賱丿丕乇貙 丌賲乇蹖讴丕蹖蹖 賵 賲毓鬲賯丿賴貙 賵 賲賳... 賲賳. 丕賲丕 賲丕 乇賵 蹖讴 趩蹖夭 丕夭 亘蹖賳 丕蹖賳 賴賲賴 鬲賮丕賵鬲 賵 賮丕氐賱賴 夭賲丕賳蹖 亘賴 賴賲 賳夭丿蹖讴 賳诏賴 丿丕卮鬲賴: 鬲賱丕卮 亘乇丕蹖 鬲睾蹖蹖乇 賵 賮賴賲蹖丿賳 丕蹖賳 夭賳丿诏蹖. 賲賳賽 丿賵 賴夭丕乇 賵 亘蹖爻鬲 賵 蹖讴 賵 丕賱蹖夭丕亘鬲 丿賵 賴夭丕乇 賵 卮卮 賴乇 丿賵 鬲賲丕賲 夭賳丿诏蹖賲賵賳 乇賵 丿蹖賵丕賳賴 賵丕乇 丿賵蹖丿蹖賲 賵 禺賵丕爻鬲蹖賲 賵 禺賵丕爻鬲蹖賲 賵 亘蹖卮鬲乇 禺賵丕爻鬲蹖賲 賵 睾賲诏蹖賳 賵 爻賳诏蹖賳 鬲乇 卮丿蹖賲. 賴乇 丿賵 卮亘丕賳賴 乇賵夭 亘丕 鬲乇爻 丕夭 丿爻鬲 丿丕丿賳 夭賳丿诏蹖 讴乇丿蹖賲 賵 丿爻鬲 丕賳丿丕禺鬲蹖賲 讴賴 夭賲蹖賳 賵 夭賲丕賳 乇賵 讴賳鬲乇賱 讴賳蹖賲.
亘乇丕蹖 賴賲蹖賳賴 讴賴 賵賯鬲蹖 鬲氐賲蹖賲 诏乇賮鬲 賮賯胤 蹖讴爻丕賱 乇賵 噩賵乇 丿蹖诏賴 丕蹖 夭賳丿诏蹖 讴賳賴 賵 禺賵丿卮 乇賵 賵爻胤 賴蹖丕賴賵蹖 丕蹖賳 丿賳蹖丕 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳賴貙 讴賵賱賴 亘丕乇賲 乇賵 亘爻鬲賲 賵 亘丕賴丕卮 乇丕賴 丕賮鬲丕丿賲. 噩丕蹖 丕蹖賳 蹖讴爻丕賱 爻賮乇貙 鬲氐賲蹖賲 诏乇賮鬲賲 賴賮鬲賴 丕蹖 賮賯胤 蹖讴 賳蹖賲 乇賵夭 乇賵 丕賵賳胤賵乇 讴賴 賲蹖 禺賵丕賲 賵 賳賴 丕賵賳胤賵乇 讴賴 亘丕蹖丿 夭賳丿诏蹖 讴賳賲
亘乇丕蹖 賴賲蹖賳 丕賵賳 乇賵夭 禺賵丿賲 乇賵 賵爻胤 亘丕賲賱賳丿 倬蹖丿丕 讴乇丿賲. 乇賵亘乇賵蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿 讴賴 讴賲 讴賲 丿丕卮鬲 禺賵丿卮 乇賵 鬲賵蹖 丿乇蹖丕趩賴 睾乇賯 賲蹖 讴乇丿. 賲孬賱 賴賲蹖卮賴 亘丕 禺賵丿賲 丿乇诏蹖乇 卮丿賲. 亘乇丕蹖 賲賳 讴賴 賱丨馗賴 賴丕蹖 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖賲 丕夭 乇丕丨鬲鈥屫臂屬� 賵 丌乇賵賲 鬲乇蹖賳 賱丨馗賴 賴丕蹖 夭賳丿诏蹖賲賴貙 讴賳丕乇 亘賯蹖賴 鬲賳賴丕 亘賵丿賳 賴蹖趩賵賯鬲 丌爻賵賳 賳亘賵丿賴. 禺乇蹖丿 讴乇丿賳 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖 賲孬賱 鬲噩乇亘賴 丌禺乇 夭賲丕賳蹖 賮乇丕乇 丕夭 夭丕賲亘蹖 賴丕 賲蹖 賲賵賳賴貙 鬲賳賴丕 亘賵丿賳 鬲賵蹖 賲賴賲賵賳蹖 賴丕 賵 噩丕賴丕蹖 噩丿蹖丿 亘乇丕賲 亘丕 賳卮爻鬲賳 乇賵蹖 蹖讴 鬲禺鬲賴 趩賵亘 賵爻胤 蹖讴 丕賯蹖丕賳賵爻 胤賵賮丕賳蹖 賮乇賯蹖 賳丿丕乇賴 賵 鬲丕 亘賴 丨丕賱 鬲賵蹖 賴蹖趩 讴丕賮賴 丕蹖 鬲賳賴丕 賳賳卮爻鬲賴 亘賵丿賲. 丕賳賯丿乇 賯丿賲 夭丿賲 賵 亘賴 禺賵丿賲 倬蹖趩蹖丿賲 讴賴 丌禺乇 鬲氐賲蹖賲賲 乇賵 诏乇賮鬲賲 賵 乇賵蹖 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 氐賳丿賱蹖 賴丕 賳卮爻鬲賲
丕蹖賳 讴丕乇 亘賴 馗丕賴乇 爻丕丿賴 丕诏乇 亘丕 趩卮賲 賴丕蹖 丕囟胤乇丕亘 亘賴卮 賳诏丕賴 讴賳蹖貙 卮亘蹖賴 鬲賵賳賱 賵丨卮鬲 賲蹖卮賴. 賳诏丕賴 丌丿賲 賴丕 禺蹖乇賴 亘賴 賳馗乇 賲蹖丕丿 賵 丕讴爻蹖跇賳 亘賴 胤賵乇 賳丕诏賴丕賳蹖 賴賵丕 乇賵 鬲乇讴 賲蹖 讴賳賴. 趩賳丿 丿賯蹖賯賴 丌禺乇 讴鬲丕亘 乇賵 诏賵卮 丿丕丿賲. 丕蹖賳 亘丕乇 丕賱蹖夭丕亘鬲 丕賵賲丿 賵 乇賵亘乇賵賲 丿乇 爻讴賵鬲 賳卮爻鬲. 賮賳噩賵賳賲 乇賵 爻乇 讴卮蹖丿賲貙 禺賵賳丿賲 賵 亘賴 丕胤乇丕賮賲 賳诏丕賴 讴乇丿賲. 丿賵亘丕乇賴 賳賮爻 讴卮蹖丿賳 賲孬賱 賴賲蹖卮賴 爻丕丿賴 賵 胤亘蹖毓蹖 亘賵丿. 亘賵蹖 亘賴丕乇 賲蹖賵賲丿貙 丿乇禺鬲 讴賵趩讴 賵爻胤 讴丕賮賴 卮讴賵賮賴 賴丕蹖 氐賵乇鬲蹖 丿丕丿賴 亘賵丿 賵 丌爻賲賵賳 丿丕卮鬲 乇賳诏 毓賵囟 賲蹖 讴乇丿. 丿乇 丨丕賱 爻賮乇 亘賵丿賲. 賳賴 亘賴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕 賵 賴賳丿 賵 丕賳丿賵夭蹖. 賳賴 亘乇丕蹖 讴卮賮 賱匕鬲 賵 禺丿丕 賵 毓卮賯. 賴賲蹖賳噩丕貙 賴賮鬲賴 丕蹖 賮賯胤 趩賳丿 爻丕毓鬲貙 亘乇丕蹖 蹖丕丿诏乇賮鬲賳 夭賳丿诏蹖 亘丕 禺賵丿賲
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丿乇 賲賵乇丿 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賲 蹖讴 乇蹖賵蹖賵蹖 胤賵賱丕賳蹖 賵丕賯毓蹖 亘賳賵蹖爻賲. 亘丕 賴賲賴 蹖 賳讴丕鬲 乇蹖夭 賵 丿乇卮鬲 賵 賲孬亘鬲 賵 賲賳賮蹖. 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賲 賴賲賴 噩賵丕賳亘 乇賵 亘乇乇爻蹖 讴賳賲. 丕賲丕 丿乇 丌禺乇 趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 賳賵卮鬲賲 丕蹖賳 亘賵丿. 賵賱蹖 亘丕夭賲 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕乇賲 丕蹖賳 賴丕 乇賵 丕囟丕賮賴 讴賳賲
丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 賲蹖 禺賵丕丿 亘賴鬲 蹖丕丿 亘丿賴 趩胤賵乇 夭賳丿诏蹖 讴賳蹖 賵 禺賵丿鬲 乇賵 讴卮賮 讴賳蹖責
丕氐賱丕貙 禺賵丿卮 丿丕乇賴 丕賲鬲丨丕賳 賲蹖 讴賳賴 鬲丕 乇丕賴卮 乇賵 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳賴貙 趩胤賵乇 賲蹖 鬲賵賳賴 亘賴 賲丕 乇丕賴 賳卮賵賳 亘丿賴責
丕賱蹖夭丕亘鬲 诏蹖賱亘乇鬲 丌丿賲 賮賵賯鈥屫з勜关ж� 丕蹖賴責
賳賴 丕氐賱丕貙 趩賵賳 賳丕賯氐賴貙 賲孬賱 賴賲賴 蹖 賲丕. 禺丕氐賴責 賯胤毓丕. 賵賱蹖 鬲賲丕賲 賲孬賱 鬲賲丕賲 丕賳爻丕賳 賴丕 倬乇 丕夭 賲卮讴賱賴
賴賲賴 丕夭 丕賱蹖夭锟斤拷亘鬲 诏蹖賱亘乇鬲 禺賵卮卮賵賳 賲蹖丕丿責
賯胤毓丕 賳賴! 賲孬賱 丕蹖賳讴賴 丕賳鬲馗丕乇 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮蹖 賴賲賴 丌丿賲 賴丕 亘鬲賵賳賳 亘丕 賴賲 丿賵爻鬲 亘卮賳. 丌丿賲蹖 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 賲賳 賯丕亘賱 丿乇讴 賵 丕讴孬乇 賲賵丕賯毓 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕卮鬲賳蹖賴 賲賲讴賳賴 亘乇丕蹖 鬲賵 丌夭丕乇丿賴賳丿賴 亘丕卮賴
賲卮讴賱丕鬲卮 噩丿蹖賴責
亘爻鬲诏蹖 丿丕乇賴 丕夭 讴蹖 亘倬乇爻蹖! 丕夭 賲賳 亘倬乇爻蹖 賲蹖诏賲 賲卮讴賱 賴乇 讴爻蹖 亘乇丕蹖 禺賵丿卮 賲賴賲 賵 亘夭乇诏賴. 亘乇丕蹖 賴賲賴 蹖 賲丕 禺賵卮丨丕賱 賵 丌乇賵賲 賳亘賵丿賳 丿睾丿睾賴 爻鬲貙 诏丕賴蹖 丕蹖賳 賲卮讴賱 乇賵 賮賯乇 賵 噩賳诏 亘賴 賵噩賵丿 賲蹖丕乇賴 賵 诏丕賴蹖 賴賲蹖賳 夭賳丿诏蹖 賲毓賲賵賱蹖
讴鬲丕亘 亘蹖 賲卮讴賱賴責
丕氐賱丕! 丕鬲賮丕賯丕 诏丕賴蹖 賵賯鬲 賴丕 丕夭 丕爻鬲乇蹖賵鬲丕蹖倬 賴丕蹖蹖 丿乇 賲賵乇丿 賲乇丿賲 讴卮賵乇賴丕蹖 賲禺鬲賱賮 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖 讴賳賴 讴賴 丿乇爻鬲 賳蹖爻鬲
趩乇丕 丕蹖賳 賴賲賴 乇蹖賵蹖賵 賲賳賮蹖責
賯丕亘賱 丿乇讴賴. 鬲賵蹖 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 亘丕 蹖讴 讴丕乇丕讴鬲乇 賵丕賯毓蹖 爻乇 賵 讴丕乇 丿丕乇蹖賲 讴賴 賲賲讴賳賴 禺賵丿卮貙 胤乇夭 賮讴乇卮 賵 賲爻蹖乇卮 亘乇丕蹖 禺蹖賱蹖 賴丕 賯丕亘賱 丿乇讴 賳亘丕卮賴
亘丕蹖丿 禺賵賳丿卮責
丕賲讴丕賳 賳丿丕乇賴 鬲賵氐蹖賴 讴賳賲 亘禺賵賳蹖卮 賲诏乇 丕蹖賳讴賴 亘卮賳丕爻賲鬲. 丨鬲蹖 丕賵賳 賵賯鬲 賴賲 亘丕蹖丿 丿乇 夭賲丕賳 丿乇爻鬲 禺賵賳丿賴 亘卮賴. 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 丕诏賴 賲丕賱 鬲賵 亘丕卮賴貙 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 丕卮 亘賴 丿丕丿鬲 亘乇爻賴 賵 賵丕丿丕乇鬲 讴賳賴 賮讴乇 讴賳蹖 讴賴 鬲睾蹖蹖乇 丿乇 夭賳丿诏蹖 鬲賵 亘賴 趩賴 賲毓賳丕爻鬲 賵 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 丿賳亘丕賱 趩蹖 亘乇蹖
賲蹖 禺賵丕賲 亘诏賲 禺賵乇丿賳貙 丿毓丕 讴乇丿賳 賵 毓卮賯 賵乇夭蹖丿賳 爻賴鈥屭з嗁� 丌乇丕賲卮 丕賱蹖夭丕亘鬲賴 賵 賳賲蹖 禺賵丕丿 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 亘賯蹖賴 丕蹖賳 賳爻禺賴 乇賵 亘倬蹖趩賴. 賴乇 讴爻 亘丕蹖丿 鬲乇讴蹖亘 噩丕丿賵蹖蹖 禺賵丿卮 乇賵 倬蹖丿丕 讴賳賴
賲賳 讴鬲丕亘 乇賵 亘丕 氐丿丕蹖 禺賵丿卮 诏賵卮 讴乇丿賲 讴賴 賮讴乇 賲蹖 讴賳賲 賳蹖賲蹖 丕夭 丿賱蹖賱 丕乇鬲亘丕胤 诏乇賮鬲賳賲 亘丕賴丕卮 亘賵丿. 讴鬲丕亘 賵 氐賵鬲蹖卮 乇賵 賴賲 賲孬賱 賴賲蹖卮賴 丕蹖賳噩丕 诏匕丕卮鬲賲
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丿乇 賲賵乇丿 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賲 蹖讴 乇蹖賵蹖賵蹖 胤賵賱丕賳蹖 賵丕賯毓蹖 亘賳賵蹖爻賲. 亘丕 賴賲賴 蹖 賳讴丕鬲 乇蹖夭 賵 丿乇卮鬲 賵 賲孬亘鬲 賵 賲賳賮蹖. 賲蹖 禺賵丕爻鬲賲 賴賲賴 噩賵丕賳亘 乇賵 亘乇乇爻蹖 讴賳賲. 丕賲丕 丿乇 丌禺乇 趩蹖夭蹖 讴賴 賳賵卮鬲賲 丕蹖賳 亘賵丿. 賵賱蹖 亘丕夭賲 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕乇賲 丕蹖賳 賴丕 乇賵 丕囟丕賮賴 讴賳賲
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亘爻鬲诏蹖 丿丕乇賴 丕夭 讴蹖 亘倬乇爻蹖! 丕夭 賲賳 亘倬乇爻蹖 賲蹖诏賲 賲卮讴賱 賴乇 讴爻蹖 亘乇丕蹖 禺賵丿卮 賲賴賲 賵 亘夭乇诏賴. 亘乇丕蹖 賴賲賴 蹖 賲丕 禺賵卮丨丕賱 賵 丌乇賵賲 賳亘賵丿賳 丿睾丿睾賴 爻鬲貙 诏丕賴蹖 丕蹖賳 賲卮讴賱 乇賵 賮賯乇 賵 噩賳诏 亘賴 賵噩賵丿 賲蹖丕乇賴 賵 诏丕賴蹖 賴賲蹖賳 夭賳丿诏蹖 賲毓賲賵賱蹖
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丕氐賱丕! 丕鬲賮丕賯丕 诏丕賴蹖 賵賯鬲 賴丕 丕夭 丕爻鬲乇蹖賵鬲丕蹖倬 賴丕蹖蹖 丿乇 賲賵乇丿 賲乇丿賲 讴卮賵乇賴丕蹖 賲禺鬲賱賮 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖 讴賳賴 讴賴 丿乇爻鬲 賳蹖爻鬲
趩乇丕 丕蹖賳 賴賲賴 乇蹖賵蹖賵 賲賳賮蹖責
賯丕亘賱 丿乇讴賴. 鬲賵蹖 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 亘丕 蹖讴 讴丕乇丕讴鬲乇 賵丕賯毓蹖 爻乇 賵 讴丕乇 丿丕乇蹖賲 讴賴 賲賲讴賳賴 禺賵丿卮貙 胤乇夭 賮讴乇卮 賵 賲爻蹖乇卮 亘乇丕蹖 禺蹖賱蹖 賴丕 賯丕亘賱 丿乇讴 賳亘丕卮賴
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丕賲讴丕賳 賳丿丕乇賴 鬲賵氐蹖賴 讴賳賲 亘禺賵賳蹖卮 賲诏乇 丕蹖賳讴賴 亘卮賳丕爻賲鬲. 丨鬲蹖 丕賵賳 賵賯鬲 賴賲 亘丕蹖丿 丿乇 夭賲丕賳 丿乇爻鬲 禺賵賳丿賴 亘卮賴. 丕蹖賳 讴鬲丕亘 丕诏賴 賲丕賱 鬲賵 亘丕卮賴貙 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 賲賵賯毓 丕卮 亘賴 丿丕丿鬲 亘乇爻賴 賵 賵丕丿丕乇鬲 讴賳賴 賮讴乇 讴賳蹖 讴賴 鬲睾蹖蹖乇 丿乇 夭賳丿诏蹖 鬲賵 亘賴 趩賴 賲毓賳丕爻鬲 賵 亘丕蹖丿 亘賴 丿賳亘丕賱 趩蹖 亘乇蹖
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