I decided to stop after the first section – the Eat. This is totally unprecedented for me, as I usually force myself to finish a book or movie once I’ve started it. And, to confuse you even further, I actually enjoyed that first section very much.
But, I started reading this book grudgingly, having pre-judged (or adopted the judgments of others) the author and decided that she was not worth my time. I’m glad to have spent some time in her presence, and I think those judgments were a bit too harsh.
I finally picked up the book for research. “You can’t write anything about traveling and food in Europe without having read this book. Whether or not it’s the best example of travel writing, it’s recent and widely read.” Wise counsel, and I’m sure my own story-telling will benefit from this.
However, I realized that, as much as I’d warmed up to the author, and as much as I enjoyed her musings on food and Italian culture, and as much as I found myself identifying with her, I knew that would change in the first few paragraphs of the next section, as she’s pulling up to an ashram to spend four months with her guru.
Perhaps I’ll finish the book at some point – maybe even this year – but I have done my research, and I’m looking forward to reading another book the moment it shows up in the mail this week, so I’m going to watch the movie, spoil the ending, and move on with my life.