I made it through to the end unlike some other reviewers. I found the book to be well written and the narrative voice held my interest in a rubber-necker sort of way. I kept wondering what absurdity might appear on the next page. The story is more about the vacuous boredom some people experience when "success" means they don't really need anybody or anything. Gilbert lamented her own emotional woes without acknowledging the trail of destruction she left in her wake.

I was amazed with how boring and terrible this book really is - even with all of the buzz around it. My biggest problem with the book is that the author feels like she has to over describe things by using four descriptors for the same exact thing. Just make up your mind and stop using "or" so often.

I purchased the audio version and really wanted to like it with all the hoopla...I can't waste my time any more trying to get into this book. I tried, just not interested. I found my mind wandering and just wasn't keeping my interest.

There are so many wonderful reviews on the contents of this book already. I can understand the spectrum of opinions as I share some of them. What I find is this book is, if you will forgive me, like box of chocolates: you wouldn't want to eat them all in one sitting or you would tire of the taste of chocolate. I found that, as I read this book over a period of two months, it felt more genuine as real time had passed - and Gilbert's journey had also passed. She is a talented writer, no doubt about it. But the subject matter demands objectivity gleaned through time. Keep it on your nightstand and pick it up the way you might a book about practical encouragement or support. Then, you will not be disappointed, but rather feel you are catching up with an old friend.

After hearing 'the buzz' on this book, it sounded right up my alley - my favorite genre of writing is food, with travel a close second, and the idea of reading of a personal journey toward spiritual growth seemed a great way to begin the new year. Well, it is a great way to start the new year - just not with this book.Right from the get-go, I was struck with Ms. Gilbert's selfishness and self-absorption, glaringly evident in the handling of her marriage and life, in her 'me, me me, poor little me' tone. In her writing, this quality does not diminish throughout her journey; conversely, it gets stronger with every page, ad nauseum.If your stomach is strong enough for a dose of flagrant self-aggrandizement, buy this book and a roll of Tums. If not - don't bother.

DON'T WASTE YOUR MONEY. This book is not worth buying. It's a story of self loathing. The book is stuffed full of self pity. The author writes page after page about how depressed she is and how bad her life is. She is shallow, and I got tired of the book after only a few pages. The author spends the whole book feeling sorry for herself for NO GOOD REASON OTHER THAN SHE GOT A DIVORCE AND SPLIT WITH HER BOYSFRIEND. The author is PETTY AND SHALLOW and has no clue about what a really bad life is like. I feel like I got burned for my money with this one.