Overall, I think the book is a tedious and rather annoying lot of twaddle, interrupted by moments of brilliance. Apologies to my friends who enjoyed it (Kerry, Mauwi) and the celebrities that endorse it (Minnie Driver, Julia Roberts, Meg Ryan, Elle Mcpherson), but we were clearly not reading the same book. I just don’t understand what all the fuss is about. The only reason I finished it, is because it was my turn to choose a book at book club, and I happened to inflict this book on the group as it had been recommended to me.
I vaguely enjoyed the “EAT” section which she spent in Italy, but only because it reminded somewhat of the months I spent in France: same but different.
I loathed the “PRAY” bit where she spent 3 months at an Ashram in India. Ironically I love India, so I thought I might enjoy it, but the on and on droning about her search for self-actualisation whilst meditating, chanting and searching for the blue pearl left me cold. I just wanted to section to end.
I quite enjoyed some of the “LOVE” bit, but only because she returned closer to reality and the real world and because Bali sounds like an enchanting island that I am keen to visit.
By far the best part of the book was turning the final page. I felt like I had endured a journey of my own. My final comments: use the time that you would have spent reading this book on something else that is guaranteed to bring you pleasure. If you’re after reading a ‘happy book’, I can recommend “Baking Cakes in Kigali” by Gaile Parking. It certainly succeeded in putting a smile on the faces of everyone who I know who’s read it!