Just as Elizabeth Gilbert suggests that there is usually a word for every place and person in this world, "witty" is the word i choose for this autobiographical story, eat pray, love. Despite the intense emotions this book sets to deal with, it is the refreshing style of narration and tone that is mostly witty even though appearing to be slightly influenced by the Wodehousian humor, is precisely the sole vehicle that deports the reader through the three parts of the book. Aside from a few short yet oh-so real and familiar characters Liz etches out and her description of the factual, spiritual and cultural dimensions of the three countries, Italy, India and Indonesia that she sets to travel in the span of one year, there is little else to this much hyped book. In contrast to my initial curiosity to understand a foreigner's perspective of spirituality based on the Indian philosophy, this is the part that I liked the least as it was quite concise and dwelled no further than the basic karma principles. Unexpectedly though, this disappointment was more than made up by the mysticism surrounded in the third part although the turn of events and the fairy tale ending only let the book become all the more predictable, and enjoyable only in parts yet leaving it worthy of a read.
