Eat, Pray, Blog? Well...maybe

So this week I am rereading the book Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert. I will say first of that I didn't not like the book all that much the first time  I read it. This time I am really loving it. I've read about 3 hours today and am through all of eat (Italy) and am on to the middle(ish) of pray (India). I've had absolutely no time to browse the interesting glossy racks of magazines this week. Well maybe I did skim a bit of Glamour in the grocery store line. But I have no pertinent information to impart. Back to Gilbert's book and me not really liking it I suppose/ So what I have realized about reading is that your state of mind is so important. First of all I saw the movie before picking up the book (I know big mistake, huge!), but never the less I did it. I really like the movie. But the first time I saw it was with my boyfriend, and we got in to a huge argument about spaghetti (don't ask) and stopped the film midway. I didn't see it again until I rented it (alone) and I will say I really like it. But when I picked up the book around Christmas time last year, I was tainted. The awful movie experience had affected my feeling about the story. So...here I am about a year later and I am really enjoying the book. Gilbert has a real ease in her writing. She gets personal fast. She is emotional, she shares (maybe even over shares), she goes elbow deep into the dirty dish water. I feel like I know her after about three pages, I really like her after about six. She doesn't pretend to be anyone but who she is. When talking about her divorce and all the pain and fear that encompassed her she is so open it brought me to tears. The best part of the book so far has to be her bittersweet explanation of depression and loneliness of t he streets of Italy. She describes them as two men who search her for all her joy and rob her of happiness. Who come to her apartment and fill her place with smokey sadness and despair. Loneliness gets in her bed fully clothed and she knows he is going to force her to sleep with him  again. It is so silly and so true how she describes the feeling of finding some fleeting joy and it being ripped away by the realization that she cannot be happy. I am deep into the book now, and I am missing it. So I think I shall read some more and maybe have something to share later! Happy Reading.