There are a lot of reasons why I love reading Eat Love and Pray, in fact I can’t help to repeat every chapter (she called it beads) especially if I forgot what page I last stop. I want to buy a bookmark for me at first, but I am having fun re-reading the past pages again and again and again.
This is the story about a woman who is searching for everything across Italy, India and Indonesia. All three countries which name start with letter “I”. That I guess makes her realize that what she really looking was herself to which she forgot during the last year of her marriage. Oh I love this book, and I swear I can relate to it.
Elizabeth Gilbert started her memoir with the beads she saw the Indians wearing in one of her journey to Ashram in India.
Apparently, the beads also had helped me (or so I thought) and became significant in my life journey which started almost two years ago.
The beads that I didn’t bother to touch anymore because, I can’t see the use of touching 59 pieces of them and reciting a prayer repetitively which I realized is nothing more than a chant to me, especially when I know I can communicate with (looking up)…Oh well, my friend here is giving a side comment.
“Since when you became religious?”
I told my friend the book once tackled about her being a Christian, because she was born to a Christian family, but the book itself doesn’t embark on religion.
In fact, she even wrote that she wants to make sex with every Italian guy she saw in every street of Italy. To which she said that Italian Male is as pretty as French women. But please don’t misunderstand the author, you’ve got to read the book just so, you understand her.
I would gladly post about this book pinch by pinch in my next entries.
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