I fell in love with reading at a very young age. Too young for me to even remember because by age four I was already an experienced guest reader. Such as with any love affair, there have been highs and lows with the relationship. Some books you just want to slam the cover and walk away from. Others become painfully slow, but you still find a need to nurture with some patience and tolerance. Then there are those that remind you of why you fell in love with the craft to begin with.
After ignoring the hype, only to become intrigued by the magic of Hollywood persuasion (better known as trailers), I finally picked up Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat. Pray. Love. While never wanting to put this story down, I know books well enough to know that they run out of pages at some point. Perhaps the truest testament to a great book is that you become so absorbed in its words, settings, and characters that you give it your time.
As with all things I become fascinated by, research commenced on the author's thoughts on the soon-to-be released movie, as well as events that ensued after the book's publication. It was quite satisfying to hear exactly what I had hoped she intended when writing this book. The point of this book is not to hop flights and visit all the places she lived, and do the things she did. As she says, "the point is to ask yourself the questions I did that lead me to this journey." This book may not be for everyone, as often times literature, and especially memoirs are not. If you've ever wished a story could be your own though, indulge yourself in this. After all, it did happen.
Book cover from Amazon
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