The only reason I am writing the review is because so many people recommend this book to me. I wonder if they ever finished reading it, or if they read it at all for that matter. Who could tolerate all the self-indulgent whining Elizabeth Gilbert serves up in this novel? I get it, meditation is difficult. I can understand that you may want to quit, and wonder if you can go on. Its not worth focusing 100 pages on however.

Each section is totally different from the last. I would have loved the book if it ended in Italy. The second section was such a let down. Approach this book with caution. What it starts as, is not what it becomes. Take my recommendation and if you must read it, stop after the section devoted to Italy.