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. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iZzmqHJ0gPU
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."
Sources: http://www.filmofilia.com/2010/03/11/first-eat-pray-love-photos/, http://us.penguingroup.com/nf/Book/BookDisplay/0,,9780670034710,00.html?sym=EXC