This book did not even have enough substance to allow me to hate it. It was just…nothing. Nothing at all.
This book is way overrated. I couldn’t even finish it, which is saying something. I hate not finishing a book.
She gets one star purely for writing style, which I really like. She’s funny, accessible, and honest.
Other than that, I found it shallow, privileged, and self-centered. There are a lot of neat anecdotes (Luca Spaghetti, anyone?), and some nice insights, but not much else.
I get that this was all about her, but it was ALL ABOUT HER. And that just gets boring after awhile.
I finally gave up when she “learns” that Heaven and Hell are the exact same place. That you get to it via happiness or trouble. Ummm…that is the most idiotic thing I’ve ever heard. Utter poppycock.
I didn’t expect to read anything that was in agreement with my own theology and worldview, but I expected a window into the soul of someone different from myself, and perhaps gain insight into why people seek fulfillment in eastern religions. I still don’t get it. Maybe I never will. And maybe I just don’t need to have that insight. Or perhaps I should read a biography of the Dalai Llama instead of the ramblings a self-centered, privileged person like the author.
And that’s pretty much it. Well-written, sincere, accessible, honest, selfish nonsense.