eat, pray, whine
Well, as you can see from the sidebar I've been trying to read the new bestseller, Eat, Pray, Love. Operative word here being try. A friend of mine recommended it, and if it weren't for her, I'd have put it down already. This woman bugs me. It's like listening to some incredibly priveledged person who can't stop complaining. No, it's not like that, it is that. She has been given money to travel to Italy, India, and Indonesia- for a year. And the only thing she writes about is herself. The whole book sounds like a spoiled teenager who should be on prozac. It's unbelievably dull, uninspired and infuriating. I told my husband the other night that at the point I was in the book, she was getting ready to go into an ashram in India for six weeks or so, and if she was able to continue her non-stop me-ness, even in a freaking ashram in the middle of India, I would throw the book against the wall. Or at any rate, I'm done with it. Granted, I have very little tolerance right now for wasting my time reading anything sub-par. I haven't got enough time, and I've got far too many more important things that I should be reading. Speaking of which- I've got a hellish week ahead of me. I just need a good old fashioned well written fiction novel to get my mind off of work. Not some woman who's got no business giving anyone spiritual advice doling it out by the clunky shovelful. If anyone has any suggestions, I'd be glad to hear them!