Of course, one cannot argue with success, and in that, Eat Pray Love is one of those strange successes that will sweep away any other book that its author dares to publish later. It will eclipse generations of girl-centered novels for decades to come.

The story is nothing particularly clever or overtly exceptional, but it hits the spot what is missing in the lives of girls in our desert called the contemporary post-modern postindustrial world. Things used to be simple, but now we have realized that we may not have an next life and the flow of information through every crowded space we have causes emotions to flood in and force us to accept that we want more. We are afraid of growing old and dying, because we do not live. We can not live.

This kind of thinking is what makes women like the one in the book drop everything and move to Bali.

This kind of self-awareness, or in other words, awareness of one’s own mortality, is what made me try to sell my car for free just so I could free myself from the responsibility of caring for it.

School and work and then the ruined relationships that we tend to design our lives in are putting out any fires we have. I guess this book focused on women because they seem to be less likely to stay in a situation just for the sake of it.

The problem with how cheesy it is … namely: three cities and three verbs. Jump from one relationship to the next and then find one Brazilian boy who is also divorced and suffering !? This kills any possible identification a man can create with the characters (probably gays as well).