I Eat Pasta Too
I am quite possibly the only person in my group of friends that doesn't love this book. Anita pestered me all summer about it, rambling on and on about how spiritual and meaningful it would be for me. Isn't that what therapy and yoga are for? For Christmas Cindy gave me a stack of books along the lines of "know yourself and love life". Not sure if I need to be worried about my girlfriends or me here...
This book was the first in the pack and I just finished it last week. Despite the rave reviews and the soft spot I have for stories on perseverance and the human soul, this book was disappointing and at times downright boring. The only saving grace was probably the author's wit and humor but even that was lost in the lengthy descriptions of love and life gone bad.
"Eat" was interesting enough as I could relate to the joys of food and even more so, the love of pasta. But it took me two months to get through "Pray". Good lord, I was literally crawling through the deserts of India searching for inner peace with Elizabeth. That many pages on praying and meditation? Not so much. Mom should hear me now. "Love" moved a lot quicker and had the most interesting bits (and the sex with the Brazilian expat), though it was perhaps much more flighty than the rest of the book.
But hey, maybe that's the read I was looking for.
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