
Author: Elizabeth Gilbert
Genre: Memoir
Rating: 4.5/5
# pages: 480
Date read: November, 2010
At the age of thirty-one, Gilbert moved with her husband to the suburbs of New York and began trying to get pregnant, only to realize that she wanted neither a child nor a husband. Three years later, after a protracted divorce, she embarked on a yearlong trip of recovery, with three main stops: Rome, for pleasure (mostly gustatory, with a special emphasis on gelato); an ashram outside of Mumbai, for spiritual searching; and Bali, for balancing. These destinations are all on the beaten track, but Gilbert's exuberance and her self-deprecating humor enliven the proceedings: recalling the first time she attempted to speak directly to God, she says, "It was all I could do to stop myself from saying, 'I've always been a big fan of your work.'"
It's a tribute to the quality of this book, that I was able to read it just two days after having seen the movie (which was great!) and still loved it! Usually I have to be careful not to read/watch a story too soon after having watched/read it, as the latter will inevitably fall short of my expectations. This is why I actually wasn't planning to read this for quite awhile yet, but after seeing the movie, I just couldn't help myself.
And it was well worth it - the book was just as terrific as the movie had lead me to believe it would be. I'm incredibly impressed by Elizabeth Gilbert's bravery in leaving everything known for so long, and travelling to three countries as different as Italy, India and Indonesia. Must admit that Italy was the only country where I really felt motivated to go myself, but I was also very inspired by her experiences at the ashram in India. Don't think I could ever do something like that myself though.
Fascinating book, and a quick read, as it's split up into a lot of short chapters (1-5 pages each), so it was really easy to convince myself "just one more chapter!" - and suddenly I had read another 50 pages!
Highly recommendable.