Read Sleep Snore

I was really excited to read Eat Pray Love. One of my all time favorite books, Travels by Michael Crichton, is a similar autobiography. In it he also leaves his supposedly wonderful life behind to travel to all corners of the earth in order to find himself. He also comes across as a well-to-do, full-of-himself, well accomplished person. Needless to say, both left it all behind in a search for themselves. Where his writing is intelligent, witty and insightful; she fails miserably. Her writing, to me, was obtuse, painfully superficial, predictable, and vapid. I read over half of it, but could not force myself to choke any more down. I think I just really can not stand her writing style (and maybe her too! J) My point in the comparison is that when reading Travels, I didn’t really like HIM either – but I loved that book!

There were parts that I liked (the titles or things her friends said) and others I could relate to (to an extent). I, like Liz, went through a horrible depression and identity crisis (I think almost all of us do, however maybe not so extreme, at some point in our lives). I remember feeling so low and empty & begging for help as she did. I’m not going to go into details here, but let’s just say there were MANY causes and I am VERY grateful that it is behind me. It took a long time of suffering in solitude & trying to pull myself out, before I realized that my most wonderful ally and support was right under my nose. I know because of Chris and his unconditional love, I was able to break free. It’s amazing how we can set up walls around us that keep us from our loved ones & the longer they stay there the thicker they get. He just had to wait until I opened the door.

Can you imagine if the beginning of the book was flipped and it was him that decided after SIX years of marriage, happily purchasing a new home together and then HE drops a bomb on her? She even admits she was already seeing someone else… I can’t say I felt sorry for her situation.

I think it would be fascinating to go study with a guru and to travel to all ends of the earth. I would love to go spend months living in Italy or some other country with no responsibilities… really who wouldn’t? In this case, it’s a spoiled rich woman who mistakenly thinks that by being incredibly self absorbed she will figure out who she is… surprise: someone who’s incredibly self absorbed! For someone who thinks of herself as a very open minded woman, she isn’t.

I don’t mean to offend anyone who enjoyed the book, I just couldn’t. I just found it VERY disappointing. I seriously fell asleep reading it many times. Sorry, not for me. Try Michael Crichton's book instead.