I finally got to read a book I’ve been waiting for for at least a couple of years: Committed, by Elizabeth Gilbert. It’s the follow-up to Eat, Pray, Love; which, if you haven’t read it, you SHOULD. It’s how she got through a horrible divorce and discovered just what matters to her in life while she healed from the experience. I loved that book. A lot. Read it twice in the same year, actually. It just made me feel so much better about certain things going on in my life. Ms. Gilbert put into words exactly how I felt at a couple of times, and sort of validated the whole experience for me. (And also, I was a little jealous of her packing up and traveling for a whole year. I’ve always longed to do that, but have been too chicken to actually consider it.)
So, anyway, Committed is the follow-up. It… wasn’t the same as Eat, Pray, Love, which was what I was hoping for. This time, Ms. Gilbert explores the history of marriage and different marriage customs around the world as she tries to come to terms with marriage after her bad first experience, in preparation for her… rather unplanned… second venture into wedded bliss.
However, it did make for some interesting reading. I enjoyed it, actually, and it’s probably something I needed to read, to maybe help me over some of my own skepticism concerning marriage (My divorce was nowhere near as bad as hers, but I still have issues, okay?). A worthwhile book, as long as you don’t go into it expecting it to be a repeat of Eat, Pray, Love.