Eat, Pray, Love
4 journalers for this copy...
An entertaining read.
Received today. Thanks so much, Sunne!
I just realised I didn't write a JE after I finished it.
Anyway, my journey with this book had its ups and downs.
It's about the year the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, travelled through Italy, India and Indonesia after she had a bad divorce and a broken love affair.
The book is divided into three parts, each approximately 1/3 of the book. The first part is about her 4 months in Italy. I loved, loved, loved that bit. Made me want to go to Italy and eat as much Italian food (and icecream!) as I possibly could. In no time at all I had gone through that third.
Then came India. Expecting it to be more or less the same great narrative, I found myself stalling and not wanting to read on. I would get on my train in the morning, get the book out, open it, and look out of the window for the next 30 minutes, pack the book away and that was that. It took me at least 3 times as much to read the middle third as parts one and three combined.
Why? you might ask. Because she was going on and on and on about praying and how to communicate with God and finding a way to do so bla bla bla. Boring! And not only boring (I could deal with boring, I really could!), oh no, it was actually really annoying me to read about her experiences to being closer to God. I guess my problem is that I don't believe. And certainly not in the Hindu believe or Yoga or whatever, so most of the time I thought "crap, bullshit!". I wouldn't say it made me physically ill but I certainly did not agree with her on many, many explanations on finding inner calmness (if you want to call it that). Although it did make me get a different picture of an ashram to what I had thought before (thinking of Osho and that kind of stuff), it also destroyed the tiny little interest I had ever developed in visiting India one day. And that, even though she was raving about India at least as much as, if not more, about Italy. Nope, she had totally lost me in that part. So much so that I had seriously contemplated skipping that part, maybe even giving up entirerly about the book. No wonder I was happy when I was finished with the second part. I was slightly afraid the last bit, Indonesia and especially Bali, would be as tiresome but it was back to the first part. Maybe not as great but until reading her accounts on Bali, I had never felt any interest to travel there. Now there is the small interest being initiallised by her book. Her account on Bali is how she tried to find a balance between her spiritual journey and her worldly life. Much better than the second part, slightly weeker than the first.
Anyway, altogether a good read, just the middle part making me want to shout to her face that not everybody buys those ideas.
Anyway, my journey with this book had its ups and downs.
It's about the year the author, Elizabeth Gilbert, travelled through Italy, India and Indonesia after she had a bad divorce and a broken love affair.
The book is divided into three parts, each approximately 1/3 of the book. The first part is about her 4 months in Italy. I loved, loved, loved that bit. Made me want to go to Italy and eat as much Italian food (and icecream!) as I possibly could. In no time at all I had gone through that third.
Then came India. Expecting it to be more or less the same great narrative, I found myself stalling and not wanting to read on. I would get on my train in the morning, get the book out, open it, and look out of the window for the next 30 minutes, pack the book away and that was that. It took me at least 3 times as much to read the middle third as parts one and three combined.
Why? you might ask. Because she was going on and on and on about praying and how to communicate with God and finding a way to do so bla bla bla. Boring! And not only boring (I could deal with boring, I really could!), oh no, it was actually really annoying me to read about her experiences to being closer to God. I guess my problem is that I don't believe. And certainly not in the Hindu believe or Yoga or whatever, so most of the time I thought "crap, bullshit!". I wouldn't say it made me physically ill but I certainly did not agree with her on many, many explanations on finding inner calmness (if you want to call it that). Although it did make me get a different picture of an ashram to what I had thought before (thinking of Osho and that kind of stuff), it also destroyed the tiny little interest I had ever developed in visiting India one day. And that, even though she was raving about India at least as much as, if not more, about Italy. Nope, she had totally lost me in that part. So much so that I had seriously contemplated skipping that part, maybe even giving up entirerly about the book. No wonder I was happy when I was finished with the second part. I was slightly afraid the last bit, Indonesia and especially Bali, would be as tiresome but it was back to the first part. Maybe not as great but until reading her accounts on Bali, I had never felt any interest to travel there. Now there is the small interest being initiallised by her book. Her account on Bali is how she tried to find a balance between her spiritual journey and her worldly life. Much better than the second part, slightly weeker than the first.
Anyway, altogether a good read, just the middle part making me want to shout to her face that not everybody buys those ideas.
Sent to Engele.
Gerade aus dem Briefkasten gefischt. DANKESCHÖN!
Boah! Also wie so ein Buch Bestseller werden kann, wird mir auf ewig ein Rätsel bleiben!
Ich gebe zu, das Buch als Theologin und Christin gelesen zu haben, aber ich glaube nicht, dass das Problem ist, dass ich mich in meinem glauben angegriffen gefühlt habe, wennauch alle Aussagen, de am Rande über das Christentum fallen ziemliche Unkenntnis über jenes beweisen.
Das Problem liegt woanders. Soweit ich den Buddhismus, auch die westliche Form davon, kennengelernt habe, ist er sicherlich etwas gaaanz anderes, als was die gute Frau Gilbert in ihrem Buch beschreibt. Die Spiritualtität, die sie anbietet und beschreibt hat meist etwas schwammiges und ist in sich widersprüchlicher als ertragbar wäre. Nebenbei beweist sie einen Egoismus, der sich nur um die eigene Empfindung dreht und nur mal auf die anderen schaut, wenn man sich damit schmücken kann, geholfen zu haben. Am ende trägt die gute Frau zur Erderwärmung bei, um mit ihrem Mann das Leben in vier Ländern zu genießen - auf wessen Kosten wagen wir nicht zu fragen.
Eine Leseerlebnis mit würg-Effekt...
Ich gebe zu, das Buch als Theologin und Christin gelesen zu haben, aber ich glaube nicht, dass das Problem ist, dass ich mich in meinem glauben angegriffen gefühlt habe, wennauch alle Aussagen, de am Rande über das Christentum fallen ziemliche Unkenntnis über jenes beweisen.
Das Problem liegt woanders. Soweit ich den Buddhismus, auch die westliche Form davon, kennengelernt habe, ist er sicherlich etwas gaaanz anderes, als was die gute Frau Gilbert in ihrem Buch beschreibt. Die Spiritualtität, die sie anbietet und beschreibt hat meist etwas schwammiges und ist in sich widersprüchlicher als ertragbar wäre. Nebenbei beweist sie einen Egoismus, der sich nur um die eigene Empfindung dreht und nur mal auf die anderen schaut, wenn man sich damit schmücken kann, geholfen zu haben. Am ende trägt die gute Frau zur Erderwärmung bei, um mit ihrem Mann das Leben in vier Ländern zu genießen - auf wessen Kosten wagen wir nicht zu fragen.
Eine Leseerlebnis mit würg-Effekt...
Wohlbehalten bei mir angekommen. :)
Vielen lieben Dank dafür!!
Vielen lieben Dank dafür!!
