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Eat, Pray, Love

I finally finished Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. It was a breathtakingly beautiful book. It reminded me of my own spiritual journey which I have been in for the last couple of years. Spiritual living is not a destination but a way of living. I recommend the book. I hope you are far along enough on your own spiritual journey to capture the depths of this book. I've heard the book gets mixed reviews. Some people just don't get it. Like Eckhart Tolle’s New Earth, you most likely have to have some higher-level of consciousness to grasp the message of the book, and it takes a while to get through the book because you want to stop and reflect. Elizabeth Gilbert takes you on a soul-searching journey with intimate details you would share only with a bestfriend.


  1. It's on my to-be-read list. Thanks for sharing your review.
    There's a little something for you on my blog.
    Best wishes

  2. I have been putting off watching the Julia Roberts movie until I get a chance to read this book. I absolutely hate watching the movie first. It totally turns me off to the book. That's what happend with "Queen of the Damned" by Anne Rice. You may also want to read about "The Magical Latina" on Livin' la vida Latina

  3. I'm glad you liked the book. Gibert's writing style is excellent. I'm one of her readers that did not like the book but for other reasons than her deepening spirituality during her story. That was the good part! I enjoyed Tolle's book The Power of Now very much.

  4. It's on my to-read list.

    I left you a little something over on my blog. However, I now realise that you received it some time ago, so please accept my apologies and feel free to ignore it.

    Happy blogging!

  5. Hello Sofia. I've been given Eat, Pray, Love as a gift and haven't had time to open it yet, but I went to see the movie. Probably best not to read the book first or I'd 've hated the movie. I loved it. Have you seen it?

  6. Christine, thank you for the award. I'm glad you enjoyed my blog.

    Chica Latina, I started following your blog. I read the interview with Jamie Wood. I've gone to a few of the Wild Womyn Writers Workshops she had with Sara.

    L'Aussie, I did see the movie. It's a very diluted version of the book. I enjoyed the book a lot more. I think they wanted to keep the movie more mainstream. Julia Roberts did great acting but something about the angle of camera or the directing that kept the viewers at a distance.

    Lyn, have you read any other of Gilbert's work. I do want to read Gilbert's next book.

  7. Hey there! Thank you so much for stopping by my blog and following it! Just so you know, I'm following yours too. ;)~ Hope to you see you come back soon!


  8. I've been wanting to read this book, I've heard so much about it since the movie.

  9. It is my favorite book. I didn't care much for the movie. I have read her other books and have loved all of them. I am now following you
    Stop on by my blogsite and feel free to leave a comment.

  10. When I find some time to read I'd like to check this book out. I've heard such good reviews.

    Thanks for stopping by and leaving such a sweet comment on my blog. My sewing room is my haven . . . and that chandelier is its crowning glory. :)

  11. Thanks for sharing your thoughts on the book. I now have it on my list to read.




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