I admit that I approached with a completely false premise of this book. I had read in some newspaper articles about the author, Elizabeth Gilbert . The article was about, especially yoga, and I thought it was a serious autobiographical account of spiritual search for meaning through yoga.
As I read the book in a Simpsons saw sequence - Marge read it - dawned on me that there was something else. Sure, I felt as I heard it was filmed with Julia Roberts. Well, I read it anyway.
And it's not really bad . Gilbert has wit and a good pinch irony when she says, as goes to the great spiritual search for meaning - for the first time to Italy for la dolce vita , then to India in the Ashram and then to Indonesia, weil. .. alas, due to some medical man, but ultimately it comes as rather a charming Brazilian. A bit of local color, there are scattered here and there and a few seductive details about the country and its people. Towards the end it reads always tough ...
Whether I find the book good or bad depends on my perspective. I read it as a true testimony of a woman who claims made enlightenment experience to have and believe their wisdom (anywhere on Sub - Hape - Kerkeling level) Unters to have to bring people, I could pepper in the corner. Bah!
I read it but as (involuntary) documentation, to me an educated consumerist New - Age -American demonstrates that believes their divorce is the greatest conceivable crisis of the universe that likes to do for years nothing more than in their crates Psycho to dig for the Italy (Italien!) a foreign exotic land, the once ashram and back with Enlightenment guarantee booked and always happily reported that it could all end with everyone in a few minutes of real, deep friendship - it's interesting. It is a kind of caricature of the naive, well-meaning but totally unworldly American woman with spiritual ambitions.
therefore indecisive
*** (three out of five)
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