Love for Eat Pray Love

Let me just say upfront that I read this book and could barely put it down, I was so in love with the way it was written. Not only did it paint the most beautiful scenes of lands I could only hope I'll get to one day - Italy, India, and Indonesia - but I could actually taste every carbohydrate-laden bite that was devoured, I could relate to every anxiety-ridden "why I can't find serenity" meditation, and I could certainly empathize with that little flutter that happens when you meet Mr. Right at Very Wrong Time. (Need I remind you I only lived in Nashville three months before I met my man? I was looking for the best happy hour in town, not my future husband!)

But life has a way of happening with or without your carefully made plans, doesn't it? It seems like everytime I try to plot mine out the Big Guy just has a fit of hysterics and throws me several curveballs to remind me He is in charge. And often times, the roads less traveled really do end up with the best sun-on-your-face and wind-in-your-hair rides. And that is what this whole beloved book is about. So you shut your mouth if you didn't like it, because I absolutely loved it. And you have to agree with me on my blog. :)

That said, I've pretty much resigned myself to knowing the movie cannot, may not, will not, live up to the book's expectations. BUT...I can close my eyes and imagine every single scene of that book and what appears in my mind's eye is actually pretty dang close to what I saw in the trailer. And in case you've been living under a rock (or didn't see it promoted during every commercial break of the Bachelorette) then pop yourself some popcorn and sit back and enjoy this two-minute slice of heaven.





So I'm headed to see it on Thursday night with some girlfriends and I am oh-so-ready. Because like Miss Julia says herself, "I'm ready to marvel at something." And even if it doesn't come close to the book, at least Javier Bardem, her right guy at the wrong time, is total Spanish eyecandy...



Penelope Cruz, you are one lucky senorita.

So in conclusion...(English major, party of one - I still think in thesis statements, supporting paragraphs and nice little conclusions that tie everything up in a bow) even if you were one of the lucky ducks that went out and saw it this past weekend and for some reason hated it and thought it deserved the 38% rating on the Rotten Tomatoes tomato-meter (for the record, I hardly ever agree with their reviews), then please tell me it changed your life anyway. Because I have very high hopes for this one.

Ciao, bellas!