Eat. Pray. #FML
Exactly what what I thought as I read through this. FML.
Truthfully, I started reading this because of the inspired book Eat, Pray, Love -- which, incidentally, I DID love. And I loved the movie too. I aspire to one day drop my life and move to Italy to eat like a pig, then India to become enlightened and hopefully see an elephant in the wild, and Bali -- really because of the beaches. If I happen to see some good looking men along the way for a fun tryst, then lucky me.
But the #FML book just wasn't it for me.
I can appreciate the traveling aspect of it and the heartache aspect of it. Just the writing was pretty predictable (especially with those onion thoughts or whatever she called them -- they definitely made me want to cry with agony -- get it, onions? cry? you get it).
Also reading this as a 45 year old woman made me feel like I couldn't relate because this heartbroken woman, who is not 45 but I'm thinking she is because I am, is hanging out and making out with 20 year olds on vacation and I'm all like, "girl --- eww." I kept having to remind myself that she's in her 20's -- late 20's, but still within the age range of these young bucks she hung out with for her vacation.
I think had I read this in my 20's I would've been salivating through every page and been all for it and she would've been my hero. But as an introverted 40-something who has no interest in meeting new people and hanging out with them on vacation, I just couldn't relate. I'm sure this book speaks to people. I am not that people.
I hope you enjoyed my review. Also -- it's been a long time. I think I'll do this again. I became obsessed with reading again this year and I think I want to share my thoughts to those who don't care.
