Monday, 8 June 2009
Eat, Pray, Love.
Unashamedly contemplative, Gilbert might possibly be more self-centred than even I am... but don't let that put you off. It took me several chapters to realise that Gilbert is actually giving the reader the most rare of gifts by being so disarmingly honest about her search for inner peace and pizza.
She doesn't pretend to know about that which she doesn't, so she writes what she does know- herself.
You could find the travel and self-improvement in your average Cohelo novella, but with Gilbert you get something even better... a bit of sex and love too. Worth reading again, and even again after that.
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