I have to confess that I have only read the free Kindle sample pages of Eat Pray Love.
I'd tried reading it in hard copy at Barnes & Noble and I barely made it past the introduction. That opening line, "I wish Giovanni would kiss me" sealed the deal - I rolled my eyes, shook my head and shut the book. But I was nice and replaced it in the stack. Really. I remember doing that much.
The Kindle sample pages, which I read a week or so later at home with a drink in hand, hoping I'd get more in the zone - I mean, after all the buzz about Liz Gilbert's memoir, there had to be something to justify its bestseller status - simply reinforced the fact that I just don't get it: Self-indulgent wealthy woman, the "primary breadwinner" who decided "I don't want to be married anymore", travels to three places that start with "I" (I get that much) for food, sex and occasional attempts at spirituality for a whole year.
Wait a second. I'm supposed to identify with her? Admire her? Wish I could be her? Uh....no...actually. (Well, I am unabashedly envious of her success as a writer - but I still don't get it. Maybe if I read the whole book, I would...but I can't. The sample pages were sufficient torture for me.)
I wasn't quite as clueless about why they made it into a movie starring the always-radiant Julia Roberts (Ms. Julia loved the book, which explains it), but I haven't had the slightest inclination to see the movie either. I almost want to see The Expendables (does that title come from the silly "What mean expendable?" line from one of the Rambo movies?) out of contrariness, but seeing all those aging action guys would be too depressing.
Who has read the book? Who has seen the movie? Can someone explain to this intolerant, non-touchy-feely, unsympathetic curmudgeon why I should give a damn about this woman's story? Are there any other women out there who are as disinterested in it as I am?