Eat Pray Love....

This novel  was such a great read, and im sure it will be for you and especially those who have yet to travel. I have never left this tiny island and i know there is an entire world out there just waiting to be explored. Sometimes to find oneself, one must travel but other times you find yourself wherever you are, if you just look hard enough. It is not a requirement to go leaping borders and island hopping to find the meaning of life , but i aint hitting on Elizabeth Gilbert. What she did , she thought it was exactly what she needed. Anything to get away from sleepless nights crying on her bathroom floor over fleeting joy and a frail marriage. She divorced her husband and as difficult it seemed i think it was best, this touched me soo much. She had her many reasons, that she expressed to her readers, and i felt heavy hearted just reading her words. This novel made me feel like i was right next to her, sitting in an Italian coffee shop eating tons of gelato and pastas galore until our clothes strained at its seams. I sat with her while she meditated in the beautiful dark temples of India and i felt those tiny butterflies when she found the inner peace and balance of true love in Indonesia.
I loved this book, reading it felt liberating and the imagery just helped all the more. The description of certain scenes, colours, experiences like her moments of meditaion, were literally spelt out for you. You will be taken on a journey, in fact many journeys and this book will hopefully inspire you as it has inspired me. Soon there might be this aching desire to get off your butt and jump on the next plane to see new things, but the beauty and true art of this bokk are exactly that; its limitations. The need to wantt to do as youve read, but the reality(for some) that it might be impossible for now. So basically i read this book , living vicariously through Elizabeth , all her hurts , her joys, her bursts of lust lol, even her moments of inner conflict. Her feelings of inadequacy were mine, we were one, when she felt inadequate because it was so difficult to meditate; she couldnt keep her mind still. Her insecurities were mine, when she embarked on a rebound relationship, and she was reduced to a lovesick school girl, needy and afraid. We were one when she said this also,"I have a history of making decisions very quickly about men. I have always fallen in love fast and without measuring risks. I have a tendency not only to see the best in everyone, but to assume that everyone is emotionally capable of reaching his highest potential. I have fallen in love more times than i care to count ,with the highest potential of a man, rather than the man himself,and then i have hung onto the relationship for a long time(sometimes far too long) waiting for a man to ascend to his own greatness. Many times in romance, i have been a victim of my own optimism."
Ladies, can i get an amen to that?????
No?
Well it was worth a try. lol
I hope im doing a good job on marketing this book, because it is by far the best read ive had in a while.
TRULY.
Oh and again,theres is a movie based on this novel starring the beautiful Julia Roberts, so you guys could cop that as well.
And another thing about this book that i love is how down to earth this woman is, which i guess youve already realised. I mean she spares nothing , its all about napping, depression and yes....masturbation.
Which is why i absolutely found this quote hilarious.....(not in a "haha" kinda way though, but like a "i know what you mean) "A word about masturbation, if I may. Sometimes it can be a handy (forgive me) tool, but other times it can be so acutely unsatisfying that it only makes you feel worse in the end. After a year and half of celibacy, after a year and a half of calling my own name in my bed-built-for-one, I was getting a little sick of the sport. Still, tonight, in my restless state—what else could I do? The potatoes hadn’t worked. So I had my way with myself yet again. As usual, my mind paged through its backlog of erotic files, looking for the right fantasy or memory that would get the job done fastest. But nothing was really working tonight—not the firemen, not the pirates, not that pervy old Bill Clinton standby scene that usually does the trick, not even the Victorian gentlemen crowding around me in their drawing room with their task force of nubile young maids. In the end, the only thing that would satisfy was when I reluctantly admitted into my mind the idea of my good friend from Brazil climbing into this bed with me… on me…"LOL

That is truly a good read man. Loved it!
You must go get the book!
Bye! Kisses...