.eat.pray.love

I will always affiliate the book eat, pray, love by elizabeth gilbert with the cherry-haired, pregnant, neo-hippie, broker Culture and I met a couple weeks ago while we were looking at an apartment somewhere in brooklyn.

Upon learning my origin, she mentioned the book because I guess she thought Malaysia is somewhere in Indonesia, and the island of Bali is my front yard or something. She's not quite wrong, Malaysia is near Indonesia, but of course an entire body of ocean separates us.

This piqued my interest however and I did keep an eye out for it the next time I was in Strand. Today, I copped it. And have not put it down since.

It has been a literary drought for me this year, I've picked up a few good books here and there but nothing that has gotten me next-series-of-harry-potter-excitement. The last mind-blowing book I read was last summer when I stole my little brother's The Time Travelers Wife by Audrey Niffenegger while visiting home. Which is turning into a movie I heard, and a little wary. Because I've never been a fan of of books-turn-movie period! But I'll still cough up the 12 dollars to see it. There were a few literary affairs here and there like Garcia's Love in the Time of Cholera, and Towelhead ( I forgot the author's name at the moment; and this too will be turned into a movie.)

eat pray love, without giving too much away, is about a lady in love with traveling. A born again nomad after leaving her comfort zone behind. A lady that packed her backs and left. Imagine a omniscient hand picking you up from everything you know, or you thought you knew, and dropping you to a random pin-point on the globe. And the only means of communicating, for at least a year or so, depending on you ear for language, is mad hand gestures and pointing at things for your listener to understand.