Friday, 4 June 2010
Eat? Pray. Love!
The first third of this book was predominantly food porn - fantastic descriptions about delicious dining. Admittedly, I get excited reading a menu, so well played to Elizabeth Gilbert for starting the book on the subject of food.
The way she writes about Italian gelato accurately mirrors my feelings for frozen yogurt (or, frogurt as my friend Juno calls it, which makes it sound more fancy). There is a frogurt shop within walking distance of my house and it is a testament to my self control that I don't visit their fine establishment every single day. (It also helps that The Boyfriend thinks frogurt is a poor substitute for ice cream, so he is never willing to accompany me)
My favourite quote from the book is by Kabir, a medieval Sufi mystic - "All know that the drop merges into the ocean, but few know that the ocean merges into the drop". It sounds lame, but I actually felt my brain stretching when I pondered that.
Sometimes I worry that I have the spiritual depth of a teaspoon. Not for lack of trying or investigation - I have just never found a religion or system of a belief that has stuck. But Eat Pray Love is a feast of spirituality and has given me lots of grand ideas about joining yoga and meditation classes and visiting an ashram. And then achieving spiritual nirvana.
Anyway, back to the book. Apart from the last couple of chapters that were a little too saccharin for my liking - I LOVED it. The fact that this has been in the New York Times Bestseller List for 158 weeks, and is still there, is phenomenal. I mean - kaaa-ching! You go girl, and in the words of another Liz, tell the haters to go suck it. Dummies.