I wasn't going to write about Eat, Pray, Love anymore but then I had a moment to read this morning. No, I still have not finished the book. I was reading The Daily Beast, when an article by Rachel Skukert called Elizabeth Gilbert's God Obsession caught my eye. Rachel has written her own memoir, also based on her travels. She describes said travel as the "Drink, Scream, Ill-Advised One-Night-Stand variety." She did not find God.
I sent Rachel a tweet to say that I loved her article. She wrote back to say thanks, and told me that I had to watch this video immediately. Hence, the machete.
[The New York Times must not like me, so it's not letting me upload the video directly. Please click on the link above.]
If I were to write my own memoir, I think I would like QVC to honor the film version by hawking bottles of Two Buck Chuck, pairs of black Converse, and used burp cloths.
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