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胤毓丕賲貙 氐賱丕丞貙 丨亘: 丕賲乇兀丞 鬲亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 卮賷亍
廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 賮賷 丕賱毓賯丿 丕賱孬丕賱孬 賲賳 毓賲乇賴丕貙 鬲爻賰賳 賮賷 賲賳夭賱 賮丕禺乇 賲毓 夭賵噩 賲丨亘 賷乇賷丿 兀賳 賷賳卮卅 毓丕卅賱丞. 賵賱賰賳 賴匕丕 丕賱賲卮乇賵毓 賱賷爻 賲賳 囟賲賳 兀賵賱賵賷丕鬲賴丕貙 賮賷丨氐賱 丕賱胤賱丕賯 丕賱賲乇 賱鬲氐賮毓 鬲乇丿丿丕鬲賴 丕賱毓賳賷賮丞 廿賱賷夭丕亘賷孬貙 丕賱鬲賷 鬲賳賴囟 亘毓丿 賵賯鬲 賲丨胤賲丞 賵賱賰賳 賲氐賲賲丞 毓賱賶 丕賱亘丨孬 毓賳 賰賱 賲丕 鬲賮鬲賯丿賴.
賴賳丕 賷亘丿兀 丕賱亘丨孬. 賮賷 乇賵賲丕 鬲睾乇賯 賮賷 賲賱匕丕鬲 丕賱胤毓丕賲 賵丕賱丨賮賱丕鬲 賮賷夭丿丕丿 賵夭賳賴丕 毓卮乇賷賳 賰賷賱賵睾乇賲丕賸 丿賮毓丞 賵丕丨丿丞. 賮賷 丕賱賴賳丿 鬲賳賷乇 丕賱賴丿丕賷丞 乇賵丨賴丕 賵賴賷 鬲丨賮 兀乇囟 丕賱賲毓丕亘丿. 賵兀禺賷乇丕賸 賮賷 亘丕賱賷 鬲賰鬲卮賮 毓賱賶 賷丿賷 毓乇丕賮 爻賯胤鬲 兀爻賳丕賳賴 丕賱胤乇賷賯 廿賱賶 丕賱爻賱丕賲 丕賱匕賷 賷賯賵丿賴丕 廿賱賶 丕賱丨亘.
賴賳丕 賷亘丿兀 丕賱亘丨孬. 賮賷 乇賵賲丕 鬲睾乇賯 賮賷 賲賱匕丕鬲 丕賱胤毓丕賲 賵丕賱丨賮賱丕鬲 賮賷夭丿丕丿 賵夭賳賴丕 毓卮乇賷賳 賰賷賱賵睾乇賲丕賸 丿賮毓丞 賵丕丨丿丞. 賮賷 丕賱賴賳丿 鬲賳賷乇 丕賱賴丿丕賷丞 乇賵丨賴丕 賵賴賷 鬲丨賮 兀乇囟 丕賱賲毓丕亘丿. 賵兀禺賷乇丕賸 賮賷 亘丕賱賷 鬲賰鬲卮賮 毓賱賶 賷丿賷 毓乇丕賮 爻賯胤鬲 兀爻賳丕賳賴 丕賱胤乇賷賯 廿賱賶 丕賱爻賱丕賲 丕賱匕賷 賷賯賵丿賴丕 廿賱賶 丕賱丨亘.
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First published February 16, 2006
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About the author
Elizabeth Gilbert
76听books34.1k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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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 賳氐賱賷 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 锟斤拷賱賷夭丕亘賷孬 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 賳氐賱賷 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
June 11, 2024
"Eat, Pray, Love" is more than a memoir; it is a touching account of resiliency, humanity, and finding one's purpose. The audiobook: () narrated by Gilbert is transforming, urging listeners to reflect and dream.
Gilbert's story takes us with her on a yearlong trip to Italy, India, and Indonesia, leading to her much needed growth and enlightenment as she navigates the challenges of divorce.
The profound story of the author's adventure is an experience that anyone and everyone can relate to, regardless of age. Making "Eat, Pray, Love" an unforgettable experience for anyone to enjoy. Make sure you listen to it, as soon as possible!
Gilbert's story takes us with her on a yearlong trip to Italy, India, and Indonesia, leading to her much needed growth and enlightenment as she navigates the challenges of divorce.
The profound story of the author's adventure is an experience that anyone and everyone can relate to, regardless of age. Making "Eat, Pray, Love" an unforgettable experience for anyone to enjoy. Make sure you listen to it, as soon as possible!
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.
October 14, 2021
Eat, Pray, Love, Elizabeth Gilbert
Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia is a 2006 memoir by American author Elizabeth Gilbert. The memoir chronicles the author's trip around the world after her divorce and what she discovered during her travels.
At 32 years old, Elizabeth Gilbert was educated, had a home, a husband, and a successful career as a writer. She was, however, unhappy in her marriage and initiated a divorce.
She then embarked on a rebound relationship that did not work out, leaving her devastated and alone. After finalizing her difficult divorce, she spent the next year traveling the world.
She spent four months in Italy, eating and enjoying life ("Eat").
She spent three months in India, finding her spirituality ("Pray").
She ended the year in Bali, Indonesia, looking for "balance" of the two and fell in love with a Brazilian businessman ("Love").
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卮丕蹖丿 亘倬乇爻蹖丿: 芦倬爻 趩乇丕 亘賴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕 丌賲丿蹖責禄貨 倬丕爻禺 賲賳 亘禺氐賵氐 賵賯鬲蹖 倬卮鬲 賲蹖夭 乇賵亘乇賵蹖 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 夭蹖亘丕 賳卮爻鬲賴 丕賲 丕蹖賳 丕爻鬲: 芦爻卅賵丕賱 禺賵亘蹖 亘賵丿.禄貨 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 丕夭 賴賲 夭亘丕賳 蹖丕丿 賲蹖诏蹖乇蹖賲貨 賴賮鬲賴 丕蹖 趩賳丿 亘丕乇 丕蹖賳噩丕 丿乇 乇賲 賴賲丿蹖诏乇 乇丕 賲賱丕賯丕鬲貙 賵 亘丕 賴賲 夭亘丕賳 鬲賲乇蹖賳 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貨 丕賵賱 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖 賵 亘毓丿 丕賳诏賱蹖爻蹖 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貙 賵 賴乇 丿賵 亘乇丕蹖 蹖丕丿诏蹖乇蹖 蹖讴丿蹖诏乇 氐亘乇 賵 丨賵氐賱賴 亘賴 禺乇噩 賲蹖丿賴蹖賲貨 賲賳 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖賲 亘丕 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 乇丕 賲丿蹖賵賳 讴丕賮蹖 賳鬲 亘夭乇诏 倬蹖鬲夭丕 亘丕乇亘乇賳蹖蹖 賴爻鬲賲貙 讴賴 丌賳 胤乇賮 賮賵賾丕乇賴 蹖 賲噩爻賲賴 倬乇蹖 丿乇蹖丕蹖蹖 賯乇丕乇 丿丕乇丿貨 趩賳丿 賴賮鬲賴 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丕夭 丌賲丿賳賲 亘賴 乇賲 賳诏匕卮鬲賴 亘賵丿貙 讴賴 丌诏賴蹖 讴賵趩讴蹖 乇賵蹖 鬲丕亘賱賵 丕毓賱丕賳丕鬲 讴丕賮蹖 賳鬲 亘丕 丕蹖賳 賲囟賲賵賳 丿蹖丿賲: 芦亘賴 蹖讴 丕賳诏賱蹖爻蹖 夭亘丕賳 亘乇丕蹖 鬲賲乇蹖賳 賲讴丕賱賲賴 亘丕 蹖讴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖 夭亘丕賳 賳蹖丕夭賲賳丿蹖賲.禄貨 丿乇爻鬲 讴賳丕乇 丕蹖賳 丌诏賴蹖貙 丌诏賴蹖 賲卮丕亘賴 丿蹖诏乇蹖 讴賴 鬲賳賴丕 賵噩賴 丕禺鬲賱丕賮卮丕賳 丕蹖賲蹖賱 丌賳 丿賵 亘賵丿 賲卮丕賴丿賴 賲蹖卮丿貨 丌丿乇爻 丕蹖賲蹖賱 蹖讴蹖 亘賴 賳丕賲 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖貙 賵 丿蹖诏乇蹖 亘賴 賳丕賲 丿丕乇蹖賵貙 孬亘鬲 卮丿賴 亘賵丿貨 丨鬲蹖 卮賲丕乇賴 鬲賱賮賳 賲賳夭賱 賴賲 蹖讴蹖 亘賵丿貨 賴賵卮 爻乇卮丕乇賲 乇丕 亘賴 讴丕乇 丕賳丿丕禺鬲賲 賵 亘賴 賴乇 丿賵 賳賮乇 賴賲夭賲丕賳 丕蹖賳 丕蹖賲蹖賱 乇丕 賮乇爻鬲丕丿賲: 芦卮丕蹖丿 卮賲丕 丿賵鬲丕 亘乇丕丿乇蹖丿責禄貨 噩賵丕亘 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖貙 鬲賱丕胤賲 毓噩蹖亘蹖 丿乇 賲賳 丕蹖噩丕丿 讴乇丿: 芦丕夭 丌賳 賴賲 亘賴鬲乇. 丿賵 賯賱賵蹖蹖賲.禄貨 丕賱亘鬲賴 讴賴 丿賵 噩賵丕賳 亘蹖爻鬲 賵 倬賳噩爻丕賱賴 賯丿亘賱賳丿 禺賵卮 爻蹖賲丕 亘丕 丌賳 趩卮賲賴丕蹖 禺賲丕乇 賯賴賵賴 丕蹖 丿乇卮鬲 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖貙 禺蹖賱蹖 亘賴鬲乇 丕夭 蹖讴蹖 丕爻鬲貨 倬爻 丕夭 賲賱丕賯丕鬲 倬爻乇賴丕 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賮讴乇 丕賮鬲丕丿賲貙 讴賴 卮丕蹖丿 亘丕蹖丿 丿乇 賲賵乇丿 鬲氐賲蹖賲 賲亘賳蹖 亘乇 鬲賳賴丕 賲丕賳丿賳 丿乇 丕蹖賳 爻賮乇 鬲噩丿蹖丿 賳馗乇 讴賳賲貨 賲孬賱丕賸貙 鬲噩賾乇丿 讴丕賲賱 丕禺鬲蹖丕乇 讴賳賲貙 亘賴 丕爻鬲孬賳丕蹖 賴賲蹖賳 丿賵賯賱賵蹖 禺賵卮 鬲蹖倬貨 亘賴 蹖丕丿 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 丿賵爻鬲丕賳賲 丕賮鬲丕丿賲 讴賴 诏蹖丕賴禺賵丕乇 丕爻鬲貙 賵 亘賴 噩夭 诏賵卮鬲 禺賵讴貙 賱亘 亘賴 賴蹖趩 诏賵卮鬲 丿蹖诏乇蹖 賳賲蹖夭賳丿貨 睾乇賯 丿乇 乇賵蹖丕蹖 爻賵爻賵蹖 爻丕蹖賴 賴丕蹖 卮賲毓 乇賵蹖 氐賵乇鬲賴丕蹖賲丕賳 丿乇 讴丕賮賴 丕蹖 丿乇 乇賲 賵 賳賵丕夭卮 丿爻鬲丕賳 賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭 貨 賳丕诏賴丕賳 亘賴 禺賵丿賲 丌賲丿賲貨 賳賴貙 賳賴貙 賳賴貨 趩賳蹖賳 乇丕亘胤賴 毓丕卮賯丕賳賴 丕蹖 賮賯胤 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿卮賵丕乇賲 乇丕 倬蹖趩蹖丿賴 鬲乇 賲蹖讴乇丿貨 丕賱丕賳 夭賲丕賳 丕蹖賳 亘賵丿 讴賴 丿乇 倬蹖 丌乇丕賲卮 賵 丕賱鬲蹖丕賲 亘丕卮賲貨 丌乇丕賲卮蹖 讴賴 噩夭 丿乇 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖 賵 禺賱賵鬲 亘乇丕蹖賲 賲蹖爻賾乇 賳賲蹖卮丿貨 丕讴賳賵賳貙 丿乇 丕賵丕爻胤 賳賵丕賲亘乇 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 禺噩丕賱鬲蹖 爻禺鬲讴賵卮 丿賵爻鬲丕賳 氐賲蹖賲蹖 卮丿賴 丕蹖賲貨 丿丕乇蹖賵貙 亘乇丕丿乇 倬乇卮乇 賵 卮賵乇鬲乇 乇丕 賴賲 亘賴 丿賵爻鬲賽 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕卮鬲賳蹖 爻賵卅丿蹖 丕賲 芦爻賵賮蹖禄 賲毓乇賮蹖 讴乇丿賲貨 亘诏匕乇蹖賲 讴賴 丌賳賴丕 趩诏賵賳賴 亘丕 賴賲 夭亘丕賳 鬲賲乇蹖賳 賲蹖讴賳賳丿貨 賵賱蹖 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 賮賯胤 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貨 丿乇 賵丕賯毓 睾匕丕 賲蹖禺賵乇蹖賲 賵 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貨 丕讴賳賵賳 賴賮鬲賴 賴丕 丕夭 睾匕丕 禺賵乇丿賳 賵 氐丨亘鬲 讴乇丿賳 賲丕 賲蹖诏匕乇丿貨 丕夭 卮乇蹖讴蹖 倬蹖鬲夭丕 禺賵乇丿賳 賵 鬲氐丨蹖丨 氐亘賵乇丕賳賴 睾賱胤賴丕蹖 诏乇丕賲乇蹖 蹖讴丿蹖诏乇. 丕賲卮亘 賴賲 丕爻鬲孬賳丕 賳亘賵丿貨 睾乇賵亘蹖 丿賱 丕賳诏蹖夭 亘丕 丕氐賱丕丨丕鬲 噩丿蹖丿 賵 倬賳蹖乇 賲丕夭丕乇賱丕蹖 鬲丕夭賴貨 丕讴賳賵賳 賳蹖賲賴 卮亘蹖 賲賴 丌賱賵丿 丕爻鬲 賵 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 丕夭 賲爻蹖乇 倬乇 倬蹖趩 賵 禺賲 賲蹖丕賳 爻丕禺鬲賲丕賳賴丕蹖 賯丿蹖賲蹖 乇賲貙 讴賴 亘賴 乇賵丿蹖 丿乇 丨丕賱 毓亘賵乇 丕夭 賲蹖丕賳 丿乇禺鬲賴丕蹖 爻乇賵 丕賳亘賵賴 賲蹖賲丕賳丿貙 亘賴 爻賲鬲 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳 賲賳 賲蹖乇賵蹖賲貨 乇爻蹖丿蹖賲貨 乇賵 丿乇 乇賵蹖 賴賲 丕蹖爻鬲丕丿賴 丕蹖賲貙 賵 丕賵 亘賴 賳卮丕賳賴 蹖 禺丿丕丨丕賮馗蹖 賲賳 乇丕 亘賴 诏乇賲蹖 丿乇 丌睾賵卮 诏乇賮鬲貨 丕蹖賳 禺賵丿 蹖讴 倬蹖卮乇賮鬲 亘賴 丨爻丕亘 賲蹖丌賲丿貨 胤蹖 趩賳丿 賴賮鬲賴 诏匕卮鬲賴 鬲賳賴丕 亘丕 賲賳 丿爻鬲 賲蹖丿丕丿貨 賮讴乇 讴賳賲 丕诏乇 爻賴 爻丕賱 丿蹖诏乇 丿乇 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕 賲蹖賲丕賳丿賲貙 丌乇丕賲 丌乇丕賲 乇賵蹖卮 亘丕夭 賲蹖卮丿貨 丕夭 爻賵蹖 丿蹖诏乇貙 賴賳賵夭 賴賲 卮丕賳爻蹖 賵噩賵丿 丿丕乇丿
卮丕蹖丿 賴賲蹖賳 丕賱丕賳貙 夭蹖乇 賳賵乇 賲丕賴貙...貨 賳賴貨 诏賮鬲: 芦禺丿丕 賳诏賴丿丕乇 賱蹖夭丕蹖 毓夭蹖夭禄 賵 乇賮鬲貨 賲賳 賴賲 诏賮鬲賲 芦卮亘 禺賵卮 毓夭蹖夭賲禄貙 賵 鬲賳賴丕貙 亘賴 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳賲 讴賴 丿乇 胤亘賯賴 趩賴丕乇賲 賯乇丕乇 丿丕卮鬲 乇賮鬲賲貨 鬲讴 賵 鬲賳賴丕 亘賴 丕鬲丕賯 賲胤丕賱毓賴 讴賵趩讴賲 乇賮鬲賲 賵 丿乇 乇丕 倬卮鬲 爻乇賲 亘爻鬲賲貨 卮亘 胤賵賱丕賳蹖 丿蹖诏乇蹖 亘丿賵賳 賴蹖趩 蹖丕乇 賵 蹖丕賵乇蹖 亘賴 噩夭 鬲毓丿丕丿蹖 丿蹖讴卮賳乇蹖 賵 讴鬲丕亘 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖 讴賴 倬蹖卮 乇賵 丿丕卮鬲賲貨 鬲賳賴丕 賴爻鬲賲貙 鬲賳賴丕蹖 鬲賳賴丕貙 讴丕賲賱丕賸 鬲賳賴丕貨 亘丕 丿乇讴 丕蹖賳 賵丕賯毓蹖鬲貙 夭丕賳賵 夭丿賴貙 倬蹖卮丕賳蹖 丕賲 乇丕 乇賵蹖 夭賲蹖賳 賮卮乇丿賴 賵 爻噩丿賴 倬乇卮賵乇 賵 卮毓賮 禺賵丿 乇丕 賳孬丕乇 讴丕卅賳丕鬲 讴乇丿賲貨 丕亘鬲丿丕 亘賴 丕賳诏賱蹖爻蹖貙 爻倬爻 亘賴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖貙 賵 亘毓丿 賴賲 亘賴 爻丕賳爻讴乇蹖鬲貨 賮賯胤 亘乇丕蹖 丕胤賲蹖賳丕賳 丕夭 丕蹖賳讴賴 丨賯賾 賲胤賱亘 乇丕 丕丿丕 讴乇丿賴 丕賲
丿賵: 丿乇 丨丕賱 爻噩丿賴 賳丕诏賴丕賳 亘賴 蹖丕丿 爻賴 爻丕賱 倬蹖卮貙 蹖毓賳蹖 夭賲丕賳蹖 讴賴 讴賱 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 卮乇賵毓 卮丿 丕賮鬲丕丿賲 鈥� 賱丨馗賴 丕蹖 讴賴 丿乇爻鬲 丿乇 賴賲蹖賳 賵囟毓蹖鬲 讴賮 夭賲蹖賳 夭丕賳賵 夭丿賴 賳蹖丕蹖卮 賲蹖讴乇丿賲貨 丕賱亘鬲賴 丿乇賲賵乇丿 爻賴 爻丕賱 倬蹖卮 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 賮乇賯 賲蹖讴乇丿貨 丌賳 夭賲丕賳 丿乇 乇賲 賳亘賵丿賲 亘賱讴賴 丿乇 丨賲丕賲 胤亘賯賴 丿賵賲 禺丕賳賴 亘夭乇诏蹖 丿乇 丨賵賲賴 賳蹖賵蹖賵乇讴 亘賵丿賲 讴賴 亘賴 鬲丕夭诏蹖 亘丕 賴賲爻乇賲 禺乇蹖丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲貨 爻丕毓鬲 爻賴 氐亘丨 蹖讴乇賵夭 爻乇丿 賲丕賴 賳賵丕賲亘乇 亘賵丿貨 賴賲爻乇賲 禺賵丕亘蹖丿賴 亘賵丿 賵 賲賳 亘乇丕蹖 趩賴賱 賵 賴賮鬲賲蹖賳 卮亘 賲鬲賵丕賱蹖 丿乇 丨賲丕賲 倬賳賴丕賳 卮丿賴 亘賵丿賲 賵 賲蹖诏乇蹖爻鬲賲. 丌賳賯丿乇 爻禺鬲 讴賴 噩賵蹖蹖 丕夭 丕卮讴 賵 丌亘 亘蹖賳蹖 乇賵蹖 讴丕卮蹖賴丕蹖 丨賲丕賲 噩丕乇蹖 卮丿賴 亘賵丿貙 噩賵蹖蹖 丕夭 卮乇賲爻丕乇蹖貙 鬲乇爻貙 倬乇蹖卮丕賳蹖貙 賵 丕賳丿賵賴. 丿蹖诏賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 夭賳丕卮賵蹖蹖 丕丿丕賲賴 亘丿賲. 爻禺鬲 鬲賱丕卮 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 讴賴 亘丕賵乇 賳讴賳賲 賵賱蹖 丨賯蹖賯鬲 丿丕卮鬲貨 丿蹖诏賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 夭賳丕卮賵蹖蹖 丕丿丕賲賴 亘丿賲貨 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 鬲賵 丕蹖賳 禺賵賳賴 亘夭乇诏 夭賳丿诏蹖 讴賳賲. 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘趩賴 丿丕乇 卮賲貨 丕賲賾丕 賯乇丕乇 亘賵丿 亘趩賴 亘禺賵丕賴賲貨 爻蹖 賵 蹖讴 爻丕賱賴 亘賵丿賲貨 賲賳 賵 賴賲爻乇賲 倬爻 丕夭 賴卮鬲 爻丕賱 賳丕賲夭丿蹖貙 賵 卮卮 爻丕賱 夭賳丿诏蹖 賲卮鬲乇讴貙 讴賱賾 夭賳丿诏蹖賲丕賳 乇丕 亘乇 丕蹖賳 賮乇囟 亘賳丕 賳賴丕丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲 讴賴 賲賳 倬爻 丕夭 爻蹖 爻丕賱诏蹖貙 禺丕賳賴 賳卮蹖賳 賵 亘趩賾賴 丿丕乇 卮賵賲
倬蹖卮 亘蹖賳蹖 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲 讴賴 丕夭 爻賮乇 禺爻鬲賴 禺賵丕賴賲 卮丿 賵 丕夭 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿乇 禺丕賳賴 丕蹖 亘夭乇诏 賵 卮賱賵睾 賵 倬乇 丕夭 亘趩賾賴 亘丕 亘丕睾趩賴 丕蹖 丿乇 丨蹖丕胤 賵 賯丕亘賱賲賴 爻賵倬 噩賵卮丕賳 乇賵蹖 丕噩丕賯 乇丕囟蹖 賵 禺賵卮丨丕賱 禺賵丕賴賲 亘賵丿貨 丿乇讴 丕蹖賳 賵丕賯毓蹖鬲 讴賴 賴蹖趩 蹖讴 丕夭 丕蹖賳賴丕 乇丕 賳賲蹖禺賵丕爻鬲賲 賵丨卮鬲賳丕讴 亘賵丿貨 丿乇 毓賵囟貙 爻蹖 爻丕賱诏蹖 亘乇丕蹖賲 亘賴 胤賳丕亘 丿丕乇蹖 賲蹖賲丕賳丿 讴賴 賴乇趩賴 亘賴 丌賳 賳夭丿蹖讴鬲乇 賲蹖卮丿賲 诏乇丿賳賲 乇丕 亘蹖卮鬲乇 賲蹖賮卮乇丿貙 賵 賲賳 丿乇蹖丕賮鬲賲 讴賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賴賲 亘丕乇丿丕乇 卮賵賲貨 禺蹖賱蹖 賲賳鬲馗乇 賲丕賳丿賲 讴賴 卮丕蹖丿 毓賱丕賯賴 亘賴 亘趩賾賴 丿丕乇 卮丿賳 丿乇 賲賳 亘賵噩賵丿 丌蹖丿貙 賵賱蹖 丕蹖賳 丕鬲賮丕賯 賳蹖賮鬲丕丿. 亘丕賵乇 讴賳蹖丿 賲賳 賲蹖丿丕賳賲 賵賯鬲蹖 丕賳爻丕賳 趩蹖夭蹖 乇丕 丕夭 鬲賴 丿賱 亘禺賵丕賴丿 亘丕蹖丿 趩賴 丨爻賾蹖 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮丿貨 賲賳 趩賳蹖賳 丨爻賾蹖 賳丿丕卮鬲賲貨 丨乇賮賴丕蹖 禺賵丕賴乇賲 丿乇 丨丕賱蹖讴賴 讴賵丿讴 丕賵賾賱卮 乇丕 卮蹖乇 賲蹖丿丕丿 賴乇 賱丨馗賴 丿乇 诏賵卮賲 胤賳蹖賳 賲蹖丕賳丿丕禺鬲: 芦亘趩賾賴 丿丕乇 卮丿賳 賲孬賱 禺丕賱讴賵亘蹖 讴乇丿賳 乇賵 氐賵乇鬲賴貨 賯亘賱 丕夭 丕賳噩丕賲卮 亘丕蹖丿 賲胤賲卅賳 卮蹖 丕蹖賳 賴賲賵賳 趩蹖夭蹖賴 讴賴 賲蹖禺賵丕蹖卮.禄貨
丕賲丕 丕讴賳賵賳 丿蹖诏乇 趩胤賵乇 賲蹖鬲賵丕賳爻鬲賲 毓賯亘 賳卮蹖賳蹖 讴賳賲責 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 爻乇 噩丕蹖卮 亘賵丿貨 賯乇丕乇 亘賵丿 丕賲爻丕賱 亘趩賴賾 丿丕乇 卮賵賲貨 丿乇 丨賯蹖賯鬲 趩賳丿 賲丕賴蹖 亘賵丿 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 丕蹖賳 賴丿賮 丕賯丿丕賲 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲貨 賵賱蹖 賴蹖趩 丕鬲賾賮丕賯蹖 賳蹖賮鬲丕丿賴 亘賵丿 -氐乇賮 賳馗乇 丕夭 丕蹖賳讴賴 賮卮丕乇 毓氐亘蹖 賵 乇賵丕賳蹖 亘丕毓孬 卮丿賴 亘賵丿 讴賴 賴乇 乇賵夭 氐亘丨丕賳賴 丕賲 乇丕 亘丕賱丕 亘蹖丕賵乇賲-貨 賴乇 賲丕賴 倬爻 丕夭 毓丕丿鬲 賲丕賴蹖丕賳賴 丕賲 丿乇 丨賲賾丕賲 亘賴 丌乇丕賲蹖 夭賲夭賲賴 賲蹖讴乇丿賲: 賲鬲卮讴賾乇賲貙 賲鬲卮讴賾乇賲貙 賲鬲卮讴賾乇賲 讴賴 蹖賴 賲丕賴 丿蹖诏賴 亘賴 賲賳 賮乇氐鬲 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿丕丿蹖...貨
爻毓蹖 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 禺賵丿賲 乇丕 賲鬲賯丕毓丿 讴賳賲 讴賴 丕蹖賳 賵囟毓 胤亘蹖毓蹖 丕爻鬲貨 亘丕 禺賵丿賲 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 賴賲賴 蹖 夭賳賴丕 賵賯鬲蹖 賲蹖禺賵丕賴賳丿 亘丕乇丿丕乇 卮賵賳丿 賴賲蹖賳 丨爻 乇丕 丿丕乇賳丿貨 诏乇趩賴 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 禺賱丕賮 丕蹖賳 乇丕 賳卮丕賳 賲蹖丿丕丿貨 賲孬賱丕賸 丕鬲賮丕賯蹖 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 丿賵爻鬲丕賳賲 乇丕 丿蹖丿賲 讴賴 倬爻 丕夭 丿賵 爻丕賱 丕賳鬲馗丕乇 賵 亘丕 讴賲讴 乇賵卮賴丕蹖 賲禺鬲賱賮 亘丕乇丿丕乇蹖貙 爻乇丕賳噩丕賲 賮賴賲蹖丿賴 亘賵丿 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 丕賵賱蹖賳 亘丕乇 亘丕乇丿丕乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲貨 賴蹖噩丕賳 夭丿賴 亘賵丿 賵 賲蹖诏賮鬲 讴賴 賴賲蹖卮賴 賲蹖禺賵丕爻鬲賴 賲丕丿乇 亘丕卮丿貨 丕毓鬲乇丕賮 賲蹖讴乇丿 讴賴 爻丕賱賴丕 倬賳賴丕賳蹖 賱亘丕爻 讴賵丿讴 賲蹖禺乇蹖丿賴 賵 夭蹖乇 鬲禺鬲 賲禺賮蹖 賲蹖讴乇丿賴 鬲丕 賴賲爻乇卮 賲鬲賵噩賴 賳卮賵丿. 卮丕丿蹖 賵氐賮 賳丕倬匕蹖乇蹖 丿乇 趩賴乇賴 丕卮 賲卮賴賵丿 亘賵丿貨 賴賲蹖賳 卮丕丿蹖 乇丕 亘賴丕乇 爻丕賱 诏匕卮鬲賴 鬲噩乇亘賴 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿賲. 夭賲丕賳蹖 讴賴 賮賴賲蹖丿賲 賲噩賱賴 丕蹖 讴賴 丿乇 丌賳 讴丕乇 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 賲蹖禺賵丕賴丿 亘乇丕蹖 賳賵卮鬲賳 賲賯丕賱賴 丕蹖 丿乇亘丕乇賴 賲丕賴蹖 賲乇讴亘 睾賵賱 倬蹖讴乇 賲賳 乇丕 亘賴 賳蹖賵夭蹖賱賳丿 亘賮乇爻鬲丿貨 亘丕 禺賵丿賲 賮讴乇 讴乇丿賲 芦鬲丕 賵賯鬲蹖讴賴 禺賵卮丨丕賱蹖賲 丕夭 丿丕卮鬲賳 亘趩賾賴 亘賴 丕賳丿丕夭賴 乇賮鬲賳賲 亘賴 賳蹖賵夭蹖賱賳丿 賳卮賵丿貙 賳賲蹖鬲賵丕賳賲 亘趩賴 丿丕乇 卮賵賲.禄貨 丿蹖诏賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 夭賳丕卮賵蹖蹖 丕丿丕賲賴 亘丿賲貨 乇賵夭賴丕 爻毓蹖 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 賮讴乇 賳讴賳賲 賵賱蹖 卮亘賴丕 丕蹖賳 賮讴乇 賲乇丕 丕夭 倬丕蹖 丿乇賲蹖丌賵乇丿. 趩賴 賮丕噩毓賴 丕蹖貨 趩胤賵乇 賲蹖鬲賵丕賳賲 趩賳蹖賳 賲賵噩賵丿蹖 亘丕卮賲 賵 丕蹖賳 夭賳丿诏蹖 乇丕 禺乇丕亘 讴賳賲責 蹖讴 爻丕賱 亘蹖卮鬲乇 賳亘賵丿 讴賴 丕蹖賳 禺丕賳賴 乇丕 禺乇蹖丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲貨 丿蹖诏乇 丕蹖賳 禺丕賳賴 夭蹖亘丕 乇丕 賳賲蹖禺賵丕爻鬲賲責 丿蹖诏乇 丿賵爻鬲卮 賳丿丕卮鬲賲責 倬爻 趩乇丕 丕讴賳賵賳 賴乇 卮亘 丿乇 噩丕蹖 噩丕蹖卮 亘賴 爻乇 丿乇诏賲蹖 賲蹖诏乇蹖爻鬲賲責 丌蹖丕 丿蹖诏乇 亘賴 賳鬲蹖噩賴 夭丨賲鬲賴丕蹖賲丕賳 丕賮鬲禺丕乇 賳賲蹖讴乇丿賲責 亘賴 丌賳 禺丕賳賴 亘丕卮讴賵賴 丿乇 賴丕丿爻賳 賵賱蹖貙 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳賲丕賳 丿乇 賲賳賴鬲賳貙 亘賴 賴卮鬲 禺胤 鬲賱賮賳貙 丿賵爻鬲丕賳 賵 诏乇丿卮賴丕 賵 賲賴賲丕賳蹖賴丕貙 亘賴 丌禺乇 賴賮鬲賴 賴丕 賵 禺乇蹖丿 丕夭 賲噩鬲賲毓賴丕蹖 鬲噩丕乇蹖 亘夭乇诏.)貨 倬丕蹖丕賳 賳賯賱
鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 17/09/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 21/07/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia is a 2006 memoir by American author Elizabeth Gilbert. The memoir chronicles the author's trip around the world after her divorce and what she discovered during her travels.
At 32 years old, Elizabeth Gilbert was educated, had a home, a husband, and a successful career as a writer. She was, however, unhappy in her marriage and initiated a divorce.
She then embarked on a rebound relationship that did not work out, leaving her devastated and alone. After finalizing her difficult divorce, she spent the next year traveling the world.
She spent four months in Italy, eating and enjoying life ("Eat").
She spent three months in India, finding her spirituality ("Pray").
She ended the year in Bali, Indonesia, looking for "balance" of the two and fell in love with a Brazilian businessman ("Love").
毓賳賵丕賳賴丕蹖 趩丕倬 卮丿賴 丿乇 丕蹖乇丕賳: 芦睾匕丕 亘禺賵乇蹖丿貙 丿毓丕 讴賳蹖丿貙 丿賵爻鬲 亘丿丕乇蹖丿禄貨 芦禺賵乇丿賳貙 賳蹖丕蹖卮貙 賲賴乇賵乇夭蹖禄貨 芦毓卮賯貙 賳蹖丕蹖卮貙 夭賳丿诏蹖 丕夭 賳诏丕賴 蹖讴 夭賳禄貨 芦睾匕丕貙 禺丿丕貙 毓卮賯禄貨 芦睾匕丕貙 丿毓丕貙 毓卮賯: 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 夭賳蹖 丿乇 噩爻鬲噩賵蹖 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 丿乇 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕貙 賴賳丿 賵 丕賳丿賵賳夭蹖禄貨 鬲丕乇蹖禺 賳禺爻鬲蹖賳 禺賵丕賳卮 乇賵夭 爻賵賲 賲丕賴 爻倬鬲丕賲亘乇 爻丕賱 2011賲蹖賱丕丿蹖
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卮丕蹖丿 亘倬乇爻蹖丿: 芦倬爻 趩乇丕 亘賴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕 丌賲丿蹖責禄貨 倬丕爻禺 賲賳 亘禺氐賵氐 賵賯鬲蹖 倬卮鬲 賲蹖夭 乇賵亘乇賵蹖 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 夭蹖亘丕 賳卮爻鬲賴 丕賲 丕蹖賳 丕爻鬲: 芦爻卅賵丕賱 禺賵亘蹖 亘賵丿.禄貨 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 丕夭 賴賲 夭亘丕賳 蹖丕丿 賲蹖诏蹖乇蹖賲貨 賴賮鬲賴 丕蹖 趩賳丿 亘丕乇 丕蹖賳噩丕 丿乇 乇賲 賴賲丿蹖诏乇 乇丕 賲賱丕賯丕鬲貙 賵 亘丕 賴賲 夭亘丕賳 鬲賲乇蹖賳 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貨 丕賵賱 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖 賵 亘毓丿 丕賳诏賱蹖爻蹖 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貙 賵 賴乇 丿賵 亘乇丕蹖 蹖丕丿诏蹖乇蹖 蹖讴丿蹖诏乇 氐亘乇 賵 丨賵氐賱賴 亘賴 禺乇噩 賲蹖丿賴蹖賲貨 賲賳 丌卮賳丕蹖蹖賲 亘丕 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 乇丕 賲丿蹖賵賳 讴丕賮蹖 賳鬲 亘夭乇诏 倬蹖鬲夭丕 亘丕乇亘乇賳蹖蹖 賴爻鬲賲貙 讴賴 丌賳 胤乇賮 賮賵賾丕乇賴 蹖 賲噩爻賲賴 倬乇蹖 丿乇蹖丕蹖蹖 賯乇丕乇 丿丕乇丿貨 趩賳丿 賴賮鬲賴 亘蹖卮鬲乇 丕夭 丌賲丿賳賲 亘賴 乇賲 賳诏匕卮鬲賴 亘賵丿貙 讴賴 丌诏賴蹖 讴賵趩讴蹖 乇賵蹖 鬲丕亘賱賵 丕毓賱丕賳丕鬲 讴丕賮蹖 賳鬲 亘丕 丕蹖賳 賲囟賲賵賳 丿蹖丿賲: 芦亘賴 蹖讴 丕賳诏賱蹖爻蹖 夭亘丕賳 亘乇丕蹖 鬲賲乇蹖賳 賲讴丕賱賲賴 亘丕 蹖讴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖 夭亘丕賳 賳蹖丕夭賲賳丿蹖賲.禄貨 丿乇爻鬲 讴賳丕乇 丕蹖賳 丌诏賴蹖貙 丌诏賴蹖 賲卮丕亘賴 丿蹖诏乇蹖 讴賴 鬲賳賴丕 賵噩賴 丕禺鬲賱丕賮卮丕賳 丕蹖賲蹖賱 丌賳 丿賵 亘賵丿 賲卮丕賴丿賴 賲蹖卮丿貨 丌丿乇爻 丕蹖賲蹖賱 蹖讴蹖 亘賴 賳丕賲 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖貙 賵 丿蹖诏乇蹖 亘賴 賳丕賲 丿丕乇蹖賵貙 孬亘鬲 卮丿賴 亘賵丿貨 丨鬲蹖 卮賲丕乇賴 鬲賱賮賳 賲賳夭賱 賴賲 蹖讴蹖 亘賵丿貨 賴賵卮 爻乇卮丕乇賲 乇丕 亘賴 讴丕乇 丕賳丿丕禺鬲賲 賵 亘賴 賴乇 丿賵 賳賮乇 賴賲夭賲丕賳 丕蹖賳 丕蹖賲蹖賱 乇丕 賮乇爻鬲丕丿賲: 芦卮丕蹖丿 卮賲丕 丿賵鬲丕 亘乇丕丿乇蹖丿責禄貨 噩賵丕亘 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖貙 鬲賱丕胤賲 毓噩蹖亘蹖 丿乇 賲賳 丕蹖噩丕丿 讴乇丿: 芦丕夭 丌賳 賴賲 亘賴鬲乇. 丿賵 賯賱賵蹖蹖賲.禄貨 丕賱亘鬲賴 讴賴 丿賵 噩賵丕賳 亘蹖爻鬲 賵 倬賳噩爻丕賱賴 賯丿亘賱賳丿 禺賵卮 爻蹖賲丕 亘丕 丌賳 趩卮賲賴丕蹖 禺賲丕乇 賯賴賵賴 丕蹖 丿乇卮鬲 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖貙 禺蹖賱蹖 亘賴鬲乇 丕夭 蹖讴蹖 丕爻鬲貨 倬爻 丕夭 賲賱丕賯丕鬲 倬爻乇賴丕 亘賴 丕蹖賳 賮讴乇 丕賮鬲丕丿賲貙 讴賴 卮丕蹖丿 亘丕蹖丿 丿乇 賲賵乇丿 鬲氐賲蹖賲 賲亘賳蹖 亘乇 鬲賳賴丕 賲丕賳丿賳 丿乇 丕蹖賳 爻賮乇 鬲噩丿蹖丿 賳馗乇 讴賳賲貨 賲孬賱丕賸貙 鬲噩賾乇丿 讴丕賲賱 丕禺鬲蹖丕乇 讴賳賲貙 亘賴 丕爻鬲孬賳丕蹖 賴賲蹖賳 丿賵賯賱賵蹖 禺賵卮 鬲蹖倬貨 亘賴 蹖丕丿 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 丿賵爻鬲丕賳賲 丕賮鬲丕丿賲 讴賴 诏蹖丕賴禺賵丕乇 丕爻鬲貙 賵 亘賴 噩夭 诏賵卮鬲 禺賵讴貙 賱亘 亘賴 賴蹖趩 诏賵卮鬲 丿蹖诏乇蹖 賳賲蹖夭賳丿貨 睾乇賯 丿乇 乇賵蹖丕蹖 爻賵爻賵蹖 爻丕蹖賴 賴丕蹖 卮賲毓 乇賵蹖 氐賵乇鬲賴丕蹖賲丕賳 丿乇 讴丕賮賴 丕蹖 丿乇 乇賲 賵 賳賵丕夭卮 丿爻鬲丕賳 賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭賭 貨 賳丕诏賴丕賳 亘賴 禺賵丿賲 丌賲丿賲貨 賳賴貙 賳賴貙 賳賴貨 趩賳蹖賳 乇丕亘胤賴 毓丕卮賯丕賳賴 丕蹖 賮賯胤 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿卮賵丕乇賲 乇丕 倬蹖趩蹖丿賴 鬲乇 賲蹖讴乇丿貨 丕賱丕賳 夭賲丕賳 丕蹖賳 亘賵丿 讴賴 丿乇 倬蹖 丌乇丕賲卮 賵 丕賱鬲蹖丕賲 亘丕卮賲貨 丌乇丕賲卮蹖 讴賴 噩夭 丿乇 鬲賳賴丕蹖蹖 賵 禺賱賵鬲 亘乇丕蹖賲 賲蹖爻賾乇 賳賲蹖卮丿貨 丕讴賳賵賳貙 丿乇 丕賵丕爻胤 賳賵丕賲亘乇 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 禺噩丕賱鬲蹖 爻禺鬲讴賵卮 丿賵爻鬲丕賳 氐賲蹖賲蹖 卮丿賴 丕蹖賲貨 丿丕乇蹖賵貙 亘乇丕丿乇 倬乇卮乇 賵 卮賵乇鬲乇 乇丕 賴賲 亘賴 丿賵爻鬲賽 丿賵爻鬲 丿丕卮鬲賳蹖 爻賵卅丿蹖 丕賲 芦爻賵賮蹖禄 賲毓乇賮蹖 讴乇丿賲貨 亘诏匕乇蹖賲 讴賴 丌賳賴丕 趩诏賵賳賴 亘丕 賴賲 夭亘丕賳 鬲賲乇蹖賳 賲蹖讴賳賳丿貨 賵賱蹖 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 賮賯胤 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貨 丿乇 賵丕賯毓 睾匕丕 賲蹖禺賵乇蹖賲 賵 氐丨亘鬲 賲蹖讴賳蹖賲貨 丕讴賳賵賳 賴賮鬲賴 賴丕 丕夭 睾匕丕 禺賵乇丿賳 賵 氐丨亘鬲 讴乇丿賳 賲丕 賲蹖诏匕乇丿貨 丕夭 卮乇蹖讴蹖 倬蹖鬲夭丕 禺賵乇丿賳 賵 鬲氐丨蹖丨 氐亘賵乇丕賳賴 睾賱胤賴丕蹖 诏乇丕賲乇蹖 蹖讴丿蹖诏乇. 丕賲卮亘 賴賲 丕爻鬲孬賳丕 賳亘賵丿貨 睾乇賵亘蹖 丿賱 丕賳诏蹖夭 亘丕 丕氐賱丕丨丕鬲 噩丿蹖丿 賵 倬賳蹖乇 賲丕夭丕乇賱丕蹖 鬲丕夭賴貨 丕讴賳賵賳 賳蹖賲賴 卮亘蹖 賲賴 丌賱賵丿 丕爻鬲 賵 賲賳 賵 噩蹖賵丕賳蹖 丕夭 賲爻蹖乇 倬乇 倬蹖趩 賵 禺賲 賲蹖丕賳 爻丕禺鬲賲丕賳賴丕蹖 賯丿蹖賲蹖 乇賲貙 讴賴 亘賴 乇賵丿蹖 丿乇 丨丕賱 毓亘賵乇 丕夭 賲蹖丕賳 丿乇禺鬲賴丕蹖 爻乇賵 丕賳亘賵賴 賲蹖賲丕賳丿貙 亘賴 爻賲鬲 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳 賲賳 賲蹖乇賵蹖賲貨 乇爻蹖丿蹖賲貨 乇賵 丿乇 乇賵蹖 賴賲 丕蹖爻鬲丕丿賴 丕蹖賲貙 賵 丕賵 亘賴 賳卮丕賳賴 蹖 禺丿丕丨丕賮馗蹖 賲賳 乇丕 亘賴 诏乇賲蹖 丿乇 丌睾賵卮 诏乇賮鬲貨 丕蹖賳 禺賵丿 蹖讴 倬蹖卮乇賮鬲 亘賴 丨爻丕亘 賲蹖丌賲丿貨 胤蹖 趩賳丿 賴賮鬲賴 诏匕卮鬲賴 鬲賳賴丕 亘丕 賲賳 丿爻鬲 賲蹖丿丕丿貨 賮讴乇 讴賳賲 丕诏乇 爻賴 爻丕賱 丿蹖诏乇 丿乇 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕 賲蹖賲丕賳丿賲貙 丌乇丕賲 丌乇丕賲 乇賵蹖卮 亘丕夭 賲蹖卮丿貨 丕夭 爻賵蹖 丿蹖诏乇貙 賴賳賵夭 賴賲 卮丕賳爻蹖 賵噩賵丿 丿丕乇丿
卮丕蹖丿 賴賲蹖賳 丕賱丕賳貙 夭蹖乇 賳賵乇 賲丕賴貙...貨 賳賴貨 诏賮鬲: 芦禺丿丕 賳诏賴丿丕乇 賱蹖夭丕蹖 毓夭蹖夭禄 賵 乇賮鬲貨 賲賳 賴賲 诏賮鬲賲 芦卮亘 禺賵卮 毓夭蹖夭賲禄貙 賵 鬲賳賴丕貙 亘賴 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳賲 讴賴 丿乇 胤亘賯賴 趩賴丕乇賲 賯乇丕乇 丿丕卮鬲 乇賮鬲賲貨 鬲讴 賵 鬲賳賴丕 亘賴 丕鬲丕賯 賲胤丕賱毓賴 讴賵趩讴賲 乇賮鬲賲 賵 丿乇 乇丕 倬卮鬲 爻乇賲 亘爻鬲賲貨 卮亘 胤賵賱丕賳蹖 丿蹖诏乇蹖 亘丿賵賳 賴蹖趩 蹖丕乇 賵 蹖丕賵乇蹖 亘賴 噩夭 鬲毓丿丕丿蹖 丿蹖讴卮賳乇蹖 賵 讴鬲丕亘 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖 讴賴 倬蹖卮 乇賵 丿丕卮鬲賲貨 鬲賳賴丕 賴爻鬲賲貙 鬲賳賴丕蹖 鬲賳賴丕貙 讴丕賲賱丕賸 鬲賳賴丕貨 亘丕 丿乇讴 丕蹖賳 賵丕賯毓蹖鬲貙 夭丕賳賵 夭丿賴貙 倬蹖卮丕賳蹖 丕賲 乇丕 乇賵蹖 夭賲蹖賳 賮卮乇丿賴 賵 爻噩丿賴 倬乇卮賵乇 賵 卮毓賮 禺賵丿 乇丕 賳孬丕乇 讴丕卅賳丕鬲 讴乇丿賲貨 丕亘鬲丿丕 亘賴 丕賳诏賱蹖爻蹖貙 爻倬爻 亘賴 丕蹖鬲丕賱蹖丕蹖蹖貙 賵 亘毓丿 賴賲 亘賴 爻丕賳爻讴乇蹖鬲貨 賮賯胤 亘乇丕蹖 丕胤賲蹖賳丕賳 丕夭 丕蹖賳讴賴 丨賯賾 賲胤賱亘 乇丕 丕丿丕 讴乇丿賴 丕賲
丿賵: 丿乇 丨丕賱 爻噩丿賴 賳丕诏賴丕賳 亘賴 蹖丕丿 爻賴 爻丕賱 倬蹖卮貙 蹖毓賳蹖 夭賲丕賳蹖 讴賴 讴賱 丕蹖賳 丿丕爻鬲丕賳 卮乇賵毓 卮丿 丕賮鬲丕丿賲 鈥� 賱丨馗賴 丕蹖 讴賴 丿乇爻鬲 丿乇 賴賲蹖賳 賵囟毓蹖鬲 讴賮 夭賲蹖賳 夭丕賳賵 夭丿賴 賳蹖丕蹖卮 賲蹖讴乇丿賲貨 丕賱亘鬲賴 丿乇賲賵乇丿 爻賴 爻丕賱 倬蹖卮 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 賮乇賯 賲蹖讴乇丿貨 丌賳 夭賲丕賳 丿乇 乇賲 賳亘賵丿賲 亘賱讴賴 丿乇 丨賲丕賲 胤亘賯賴 丿賵賲 禺丕賳賴 亘夭乇诏蹖 丿乇 丨賵賲賴 賳蹖賵蹖賵乇讴 亘賵丿賲 讴賴 亘賴 鬲丕夭诏蹖 亘丕 賴賲爻乇賲 禺乇蹖丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲貨 爻丕毓鬲 爻賴 氐亘丨 蹖讴乇賵夭 爻乇丿 賲丕賴 賳賵丕賲亘乇 亘賵丿貨 賴賲爻乇賲 禺賵丕亘蹖丿賴 亘賵丿 賵 賲賳 亘乇丕蹖 趩賴賱 賵 賴賮鬲賲蹖賳 卮亘 賲鬲賵丕賱蹖 丿乇 丨賲丕賲 倬賳賴丕賳 卮丿賴 亘賵丿賲 賵 賲蹖诏乇蹖爻鬲賲. 丌賳賯丿乇 爻禺鬲 讴賴 噩賵蹖蹖 丕夭 丕卮讴 賵 丌亘 亘蹖賳蹖 乇賵蹖 讴丕卮蹖賴丕蹖 丨賲丕賲 噩丕乇蹖 卮丿賴 亘賵丿貙 噩賵蹖蹖 丕夭 卮乇賲爻丕乇蹖貙 鬲乇爻貙 倬乇蹖卮丕賳蹖貙 賵 丕賳丿賵賴. 丿蹖诏賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 夭賳丕卮賵蹖蹖 丕丿丕賲賴 亘丿賲. 爻禺鬲 鬲賱丕卮 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 讴賴 亘丕賵乇 賳讴賳賲 賵賱蹖 丨賯蹖賯鬲 丿丕卮鬲貨 丿蹖诏賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 夭賳丕卮賵蹖蹖 丕丿丕賲賴 亘丿賲貨 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 鬲賵 丕蹖賳 禺賵賳賴 亘夭乇诏 夭賳丿诏蹖 讴賳賲. 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘趩賴 丿丕乇 卮賲貨 丕賲賾丕 賯乇丕乇 亘賵丿 亘趩賴 亘禺賵丕賴賲貨 爻蹖 賵 蹖讴 爻丕賱賴 亘賵丿賲貨 賲賳 賵 賴賲爻乇賲 倬爻 丕夭 賴卮鬲 爻丕賱 賳丕賲夭丿蹖貙 賵 卮卮 爻丕賱 夭賳丿诏蹖 賲卮鬲乇讴貙 讴賱賾 夭賳丿诏蹖賲丕賳 乇丕 亘乇 丕蹖賳 賮乇囟 亘賳丕 賳賴丕丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲 讴賴 賲賳 倬爻 丕夭 爻蹖 爻丕賱诏蹖貙 禺丕賳賴 賳卮蹖賳 賵 亘趩賾賴 丿丕乇 卮賵賲
倬蹖卮 亘蹖賳蹖 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲 讴賴 丕夭 爻賮乇 禺爻鬲賴 禺賵丕賴賲 卮丿 賵 丕夭 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿乇 禺丕賳賴 丕蹖 亘夭乇诏 賵 卮賱賵睾 賵 倬乇 丕夭 亘趩賾賴 亘丕 亘丕睾趩賴 丕蹖 丿乇 丨蹖丕胤 賵 賯丕亘賱賲賴 爻賵倬 噩賵卮丕賳 乇賵蹖 丕噩丕賯 乇丕囟蹖 賵 禺賵卮丨丕賱 禺賵丕賴賲 亘賵丿貨 丿乇讴 丕蹖賳 賵丕賯毓蹖鬲 讴賴 賴蹖趩 蹖讴 丕夭 丕蹖賳賴丕 乇丕 賳賲蹖禺賵丕爻鬲賲 賵丨卮鬲賳丕讴 亘賵丿貨 丿乇 毓賵囟貙 爻蹖 爻丕賱诏蹖 亘乇丕蹖賲 亘賴 胤賳丕亘 丿丕乇蹖 賲蹖賲丕賳丿 讴賴 賴乇趩賴 亘賴 丌賳 賳夭丿蹖讴鬲乇 賲蹖卮丿賲 诏乇丿賳賲 乇丕 亘蹖卮鬲乇 賲蹖賮卮乇丿貙 賵 賲賳 丿乇蹖丕賮鬲賲 讴賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賴賲 亘丕乇丿丕乇 卮賵賲貨 禺蹖賱蹖 賲賳鬲馗乇 賲丕賳丿賲 讴賴 卮丕蹖丿 毓賱丕賯賴 亘賴 亘趩賾賴 丿丕乇 卮丿賳 丿乇 賲賳 亘賵噩賵丿 丌蹖丿貙 賵賱蹖 丕蹖賳 丕鬲賮丕賯 賳蹖賮鬲丕丿. 亘丕賵乇 讴賳蹖丿 賲賳 賲蹖丿丕賳賲 賵賯鬲蹖 丕賳爻丕賳 趩蹖夭蹖 乇丕 丕夭 鬲賴 丿賱 亘禺賵丕賴丿 亘丕蹖丿 趩賴 丨爻賾蹖 丿丕卮鬲賴 亘丕卮丿貨 賲賳 趩賳蹖賳 丨爻賾蹖 賳丿丕卮鬲賲貨 丨乇賮賴丕蹖 禺賵丕賴乇賲 丿乇 丨丕賱蹖讴賴 讴賵丿讴 丕賵賾賱卮 乇丕 卮蹖乇 賲蹖丿丕丿 賴乇 賱丨馗賴 丿乇 诏賵卮賲 胤賳蹖賳 賲蹖丕賳丿丕禺鬲: 芦亘趩賾賴 丿丕乇 卮丿賳 賲孬賱 禺丕賱讴賵亘蹖 讴乇丿賳 乇賵 氐賵乇鬲賴貨 賯亘賱 丕夭 丕賳噩丕賲卮 亘丕蹖丿 賲胤賲卅賳 卮蹖 丕蹖賳 賴賲賵賳 趩蹖夭蹖賴 讴賴 賲蹖禺賵丕蹖卮.禄貨
丕賲丕 丕讴賳賵賳 丿蹖诏乇 趩胤賵乇 賲蹖鬲賵丕賳爻鬲賲 毓賯亘 賳卮蹖賳蹖 讴賳賲責 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 爻乇 噩丕蹖卮 亘賵丿貨 賯乇丕乇 亘賵丿 丕賲爻丕賱 亘趩賴賾 丿丕乇 卮賵賲貨 丿乇 丨賯蹖賯鬲 趩賳丿 賲丕賴蹖 亘賵丿 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 丕蹖賳 賴丿賮 丕賯丿丕賲 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲貨 賵賱蹖 賴蹖趩 丕鬲賾賮丕賯蹖 賳蹖賮鬲丕丿賴 亘賵丿 -氐乇賮 賳馗乇 丕夭 丕蹖賳讴賴 賮卮丕乇 毓氐亘蹖 賵 乇賵丕賳蹖 亘丕毓孬 卮丿賴 亘賵丿 讴賴 賴乇 乇賵夭 氐亘丨丕賳賴 丕賲 乇丕 亘丕賱丕 亘蹖丕賵乇賲-貨 賴乇 賲丕賴 倬爻 丕夭 毓丕丿鬲 賲丕賴蹖丕賳賴 丕賲 丿乇 丨賲賾丕賲 亘賴 丌乇丕賲蹖 夭賲夭賲賴 賲蹖讴乇丿賲: 賲鬲卮讴賾乇賲貙 賲鬲卮讴賾乇賲貙 賲鬲卮讴賾乇賲 讴賴 蹖賴 賲丕賴 丿蹖诏賴 亘賴 賲賳 賮乇氐鬲 夭賳丿诏蹖 丿丕丿蹖...貨
爻毓蹖 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 禺賵丿賲 乇丕 賲鬲賯丕毓丿 讴賳賲 讴賴 丕蹖賳 賵囟毓 胤亘蹖毓蹖 丕爻鬲貨 亘丕 禺賵丿賲 賮讴乇 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 賴賲賴 蹖 夭賳賴丕 賵賯鬲蹖 賲蹖禺賵丕賴賳丿 亘丕乇丿丕乇 卮賵賳丿 賴賲蹖賳 丨爻 乇丕 丿丕乇賳丿貨 诏乇趩賴 賴賲賴 趩蹖夭 禺賱丕賮 丕蹖賳 乇丕 賳卮丕賳 賲蹖丿丕丿貨 賲孬賱丕賸 丕鬲賮丕賯蹖 蹖讴蹖 丕夭 丿賵爻鬲丕賳賲 乇丕 丿蹖丿賲 讴賴 倬爻 丕夭 丿賵 爻丕賱 丕賳鬲馗丕乇 賵 亘丕 讴賲讴 乇賵卮賴丕蹖 賲禺鬲賱賮 亘丕乇丿丕乇蹖貙 爻乇丕賳噩丕賲 賮賴賲蹖丿賴 亘賵丿 讴賴 亘乇丕蹖 丕賵賱蹖賳 亘丕乇 亘丕乇丿丕乇 卮丿賴 丕爻鬲貨 賴蹖噩丕賳 夭丿賴 亘賵丿 賵 賲蹖诏賮鬲 讴賴 賴賲蹖卮賴 賲蹖禺賵丕爻鬲賴 賲丕丿乇 亘丕卮丿貨 丕毓鬲乇丕賮 賲蹖讴乇丿 讴賴 爻丕賱賴丕 倬賳賴丕賳蹖 賱亘丕爻 讴賵丿讴 賲蹖禺乇蹖丿賴 賵 夭蹖乇 鬲禺鬲 賲禺賮蹖 賲蹖讴乇丿賴 鬲丕 賴賲爻乇卮 賲鬲賵噩賴 賳卮賵丿. 卮丕丿蹖 賵氐賮 賳丕倬匕蹖乇蹖 丿乇 趩賴乇賴 丕卮 賲卮賴賵丿 亘賵丿貨 賴賲蹖賳 卮丕丿蹖 乇丕 亘賴丕乇 爻丕賱 诏匕卮鬲賴 鬲噩乇亘賴 讴乇丿賴 亘賵丿賲. 夭賲丕賳蹖 讴賴 賮賴賲蹖丿賲 賲噩賱賴 丕蹖 讴賴 丿乇 丌賳 讴丕乇 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 賲蹖禺賵丕賴丿 亘乇丕蹖 賳賵卮鬲賳 賲賯丕賱賴 丕蹖 丿乇亘丕乇賴 賲丕賴蹖 賲乇讴亘 睾賵賱 倬蹖讴乇 賲賳 乇丕 亘賴 賳蹖賵夭蹖賱賳丿 亘賮乇爻鬲丿貨 亘丕 禺賵丿賲 賮讴乇 讴乇丿賲 芦鬲丕 賵賯鬲蹖讴賴 禺賵卮丨丕賱蹖賲 丕夭 丿丕卮鬲賳 亘趩賾賴 亘賴 丕賳丿丕夭賴 乇賮鬲賳賲 亘賴 賳蹖賵夭蹖賱賳丿 賳卮賵丿貙 賳賲蹖鬲賵丕賳賲 亘趩賴 丿丕乇 卮賵賲.禄貨 丿蹖诏賴 賳賲蹖禺賵丕賲 亘賴 夭賳丿诏蹖 夭賳丕卮賵蹖蹖 丕丿丕賲賴 亘丿賲貨 乇賵夭賴丕 爻毓蹖 賲蹖讴乇丿賲 賮讴乇 賳讴賳賲 賵賱蹖 卮亘賴丕 丕蹖賳 賮讴乇 賲乇丕 丕夭 倬丕蹖 丿乇賲蹖丌賵乇丿. 趩賴 賮丕噩毓賴 丕蹖貨 趩胤賵乇 賲蹖鬲賵丕賳賲 趩賳蹖賳 賲賵噩賵丿蹖 亘丕卮賲 賵 丕蹖賳 夭賳丿诏蹖 乇丕 禺乇丕亘 讴賳賲責 蹖讴 爻丕賱 亘蹖卮鬲乇 賳亘賵丿 讴賴 丕蹖賳 禺丕賳賴 乇丕 禺乇蹖丿賴 亘賵丿蹖賲貨 丿蹖诏乇 丕蹖賳 禺丕賳賴 夭蹖亘丕 乇丕 賳賲蹖禺賵丕爻鬲賲責 丿蹖诏乇 丿賵爻鬲卮 賳丿丕卮鬲賲責 倬爻 趩乇丕 丕讴賳賵賳 賴乇 卮亘 丿乇 噩丕蹖 噩丕蹖卮 亘賴 爻乇 丿乇诏賲蹖 賲蹖诏乇蹖爻鬲賲責 丌蹖丕 丿蹖诏乇 亘賴 賳鬲蹖噩賴 夭丨賲鬲賴丕蹖賲丕賳 丕賮鬲禺丕乇 賳賲蹖讴乇丿賲責 亘賴 丌賳 禺丕賳賴 亘丕卮讴賵賴 丿乇 賴丕丿爻賳 賵賱蹖貙 丌倬丕乇鬲賲丕賳賲丕賳 丿乇 賲賳賴鬲賳貙 亘賴 賴卮鬲 禺胤 鬲賱賮賳貙 丿賵爻鬲丕賳 賵 诏乇丿卮賴丕 賵 賲賴賲丕賳蹖賴丕貙 亘賴 丌禺乇 賴賮鬲賴 賴丕 賵 禺乇蹖丿 丕夭 賲噩鬲賲毓賴丕蹖 鬲噩丕乇蹖 亘夭乇诏.)貨 倬丕蹖丕賳 賳賯賱
鬲丕乇蹖禺 亘賴賳诏丕賲 乇爻丕賳蹖 17/09/1399賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 21/07/1400賴噩乇蹖 禺賵乇卮蹖丿蹖貨 丕. 卮乇亘蹖丕賳蹖
April 17, 2019
3.5 Stars! Review to come.
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 ..
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賰鬲丕亘 毓馗賷賲 ... 毓馗賷賲 噩丿丕賸 ..
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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
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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.
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