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Watch It: {Eat Pray Love}

Now you all know what a fan I am of the book by Elizabeth Gilbert, so you can imagine my excitement at FINALLY watching the movie staring the incredible Julia Roberts as the main character. Lost and confused in what from the outside appears to be a perfect life, Roberts really captured the character, her angst and frustration with herself and her seeming inability to be happy or satisfied with her life. I just adore tales of self-discovery, especially when they involve exotic places and romance. Don't get me wrong, I'm the first to agree that you can't run away from your issues, but sometimes all one needs is a big distraction and change of scenery to realise that those problems have no substance or ability to make you feel anything. Anywhoodle, I am drifting. The movie. [youtube=]

I like. I like very very much. All 3 places, Italy, India and Bali brought new beautiful scenery to the screen and fabulous new characters for us to relate to or just plain ol love. The sweet Sofie in Italy, the cheeky yet kind Richard in India and the inspirational and entertaining medicine man in Bali.

We are taken along with her as she comes to terms with her failed marriage, realises what's important and allows love to enter her life from every angle....friends, Felipe, prayer, life and all its experiences. I love the barber scene, where the local Italians berate her for feeling guilty about eating carbs. They say that Americans (or Westerners I guess) don't know how to enjoy life: il dolce far niente, “the sweetness of doing nothing". Other moments I loved include: the part where she watches the sun rise around her in Italy; when she tells Tulsi how she wishes her a happy marriage in India; when she dances with Felipe; when she goes back the medicine man; the dramatic hand expressions in Italy and many more.

This book/movie fascinates me because people either love it or detest it. It has such mixed reviews with people fussing over western views of Spiritualism being misleading or in the other extreme, fans who love every aspect. Even if you fall in with the fussy peeps, give it a watch because the scenery is stunning and its great to watch something with depth that you aren't guaranteed to cry into your popcron about.


Book Review: Eat Pray Love

Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia

Due to the growing hype about the movie based on the book, starring the one and only, Miss. Julia Roberts, I wanted to join in the excitement because I read this when it first came out and have passed it on to many family members & friends. Yes, read it.. you will be inspired!!

In this true story, author Elizabeth Gilbert, goes through a difficult divorce and, after experiencing another failed relationship after this, decides to travel for a year; on a journey of self-discovery. She goes to Italy for 4 months to eat, to India for 4 months to pray and finally, to Bali for love and balance. I loved the fact that she learned so much in each place and shares this clearly with her readers but keeps the book entertaining and witty at the same time. Her stories of love are refreshingly honest and realistic and the descriptions of the places she visits make me want to throw on my travel shoes and GO! It does drag a bit when she goes to the Ashram in India but her experience there is one of the most meaningful and important. All in all truly one of my all time favourite books and I am thrilled that Julia Roberts is playing the main character! ...I will be that over keen girl, clutching her popcorn in anticipation at the Cape Town premiere in August.

Barbara Fisher of The Boston Globe also praised Gilbert's writing, stating that "she describes with intense visual, palpable detail. She is the epic poet of ecstasy."

I cannot wait for the movie!! Not only is the cast brilliant but it looks like it has captured the essence of the book perfectly which movies based on books seldom do. See the trailer here.

An excerpt from the book:

"And since I am already down there in supplication on the floor, let me hold that position as I reach back in time three years earlier to the moment when this entire story began—a moment which also found me in this exact same posture: on my knees, on a floor, praying.

Everything else about the three-years-ago scene was different, though. That time, I was not in Rome but in the upstairs bathroom of the big house in the suburbs of New York which I'd recently purchased with my husband. It was a cold November, around three o'clock in the morning. My husband was sleeping in our bed. I was hiding in the bathroom for something like the forty-seventh consecutive night, and—just as during all those nights before—I was sobbing. Sobbing so hard, in fact, that a great lake of tears and snot was spreading before me on the bathroom tiles, a veritable Lake Inferior (if you will) of all my shame and fear and confusion and grief.

I don't want to be married anymore.

I was trying so hard not to know this, but the truth kept insisting itself to me."