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suzie_bee 's review for:
Eat Pray Love
by Elizabeth Gilbert
I had a lot of fun reading anecdotal quips and little known facts from this book out loud to whoever would listen - especially from the first third of the book, when she travels to Italy. Did you know that the Italian language was based on the Florentine dialect from Dante's Divine Comedy? A group of intellectuals in the sixteenth century got together and decided Italy needed a national language, and proceded to choose one (Gilbert calls it "Dantean") purely for its beauty ad poetic cadence. Now I know why so many operas are written in Italian.I must learn this language.
I definitely related to her trials and need for autonomy after so much trauma in her life . . . but I couldn't stop thinking, charming as her story was, yeah, it must be nice having a publishing company pay for you to travel around the world for a year to put yourself back together. Kind of hard to apply this method to a normal person's life. Jealousies aside though, it was a great testimony of the power we have within ourselves to heal and recover. I walked away with a higher interest in prayer and meditation, which is significant given the way I've felt about gods and religion. I do think there is something more to life, and that we have within each of us a piece of something bigger, something "divine" for lack of a better word. Calling upon that divinity in myself - that wise, loving, older self who loves me despite (or rather because of) my humanity - might be a good thing for me to try. Can't hurt, anyway. I just don't know how to sit still long enough to listen. :)
I definitely related to her trials and need for autonomy after so much trauma in her life . . . but I couldn't stop thinking, charming as her story was, yeah, it must be nice having a publishing company pay for you to travel around the world for a year to put yourself back together. Kind of hard to apply this method to a normal person's life. Jealousies aside though, it was a great testimony of the power we have within ourselves to heal and recover. I walked away with a higher interest in prayer and meditation, which is significant given the way I've felt about gods and religion. I do think there is something more to life, and that we have within each of us a piece of something bigger, something "divine" for lack of a better word. Calling upon that divinity in myself - that wise, loving, older self who loves me despite (or rather because of) my humanity - might be a good thing for me to try. Can't hurt, anyway. I just don't know how to sit still long enough to listen. :)