Eat Pray Love

This book is really good - but why is it so irritating? Does everyone have their own love-hate relationship with Elizabeth Gilbert? I have been trying to figure out my reaction to it for months. Is it just envy? Cattiness? Gilbert's writing is very funny, likable, engaging - just the kind of person whose memoir you want to read. I love the earnestness with which she approaches her task. I was so grateful to read about someone else's struggles with meditation, mindfulness, and self-healing. But every time I get into a conversation about this book I want to roll my eyes, and, well, just be a mean girl about it. I can only determine that it is envy for her incredible experiences, perfect love story, and now, great fame. So forgive me.