Okay, so not quite the love affair I had with
Elizabeth Gilbert brings the same raw emotion and honesty she did in her previous best seller and somehow managed to keep a humble approach to her writing style. I still felt as though I was in the midst of sussing out life and love over a glass of cab with a close friend. Quite a feat following the monsterous success of Eat, Pray, Love: One Woman's Search for Everything Across Italy, India and Indonesia
"We yearn for private intimacy even though it's emotionally risky. We yearn for private intimacy even when we suck at it. We yearn for private intimacy even when it's illegal for us to love the person we love. We yearn for private intimacy even when we are told that we should yearn for something else, something finer, something nobler. We just keep on yearning for private intimacy, and for our own deeply personal set of reasons. Nobody has ever been able to completely sort out that mystery, and nobody has ever been able to stop us from wanting it." (p.261)
Toodles from this Commited Smalltownista
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