My husband bought me this book, Eat, Pray, Love, and I just finished reading it. Yes, I know, it has been a bestseller for years now, a hit since it first was published in 2006. But, the thing is, one never gets to read all the right books at once, and I think this particular one reached me at the perfect moment.
Yes, I loved it. I really, really loved it. (I don't really see the point in writing about books I hate...)
It's totally autobiographical. Elizabeth Gilbert is writing about her own life, her own struggles, and more specifically, the year she spent living in Italy, India and Indonesia. The four months in Rome was about finding pleasure, to enjoy life on earth, eat drink and have fun. Then, in India, it was all about the divine aspect of life, the meditation, prayer and the spiritual journey. In the end, the last months spent on Bali, was about finding a balance between the first two.
This book spoke to me on so many levels, I don't even know where to start. The Rome experience first, I love that city, and I love Italy. I went ahead and learned Italian several years ago, because I wanted to, just like the author. India, - I'm going to India in December. It's a wedding and not an Ashram, that's right, and it's only a week, not four months, but still...
And, the balance thing, the need for enjoying the here and now, but on the same time craving the silence, the nothingness, the eternal...
I just say, -Wow, what a book.
And, in case you are wondering, I haven't seen the movie yet, and I'm not sure if I ever will.
I'm really sceptical when it comes to movies adapted from books I have previously read. If I hated the book, of course I wouldn't bother watching the movie, and, if I loved the book, which is this case, I'm so scared of destroying all my images.
For now, the problem solved itself, because our small town cinema theater don't show movies more than a couple a weeks, so Julia Roberts is gone from the posters.
But, just to end this rambling, - I loved, loved, loved this book, and I'm actually sorry I'm done reading it. I was looking forward to bedtime, just to be able to travel with Elizabeth Gilbert.
One last note, though. In Norway, the book (and the movie) is translated "Eat, Live, Love"... (Spis, Lev, Elsk) That's so typical of the Norwegian culture of today. A total fear of anything religious, and where anything slightly more than material is considered "silly" or just plain dumb.
It's sad. And, it makes me feel less Norwegian.