On the Road by Jack Kerouac: I was actually in the middle of Eat, Pray, Love when I found On the Road in the Rizk library. I picked it up to check Jack out and couldn't put it down. Kerouac's really good. His descriptions place me right there alongside Sal (the narrator) and now I can hardly wait to get back on the open road. And back to that gorgeous pair of cowboy boots I left behind in Denver.
Eat, Pray, Love by Elizabeth Gilbert: Gilbert is intelligent and witty but her book is a little slow. I'm still at the part where she is in Rome learning the Italian language. I hope to finish this one day. Maybe after On the Road.
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EPL is painfully self absorbed, even by memoir standards. Italy was slow, India was slower, Indonesia was the only part worth reading.
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