Argyle & Apricots

I recently finished the book Eat Pray Love by Elizabeth Gilbert.  I saw her on Oprah and, though I am generally anti anything Oprah, I decided to read it.  The story is based on the authors life which includes dumping her husband, a bitter divorce, taking on a boyfriend and a guru and then taking a year to eat her way through Italy, pray at an Ashram in India and learn to love again in Indonesia all the while searching for God, her version of who she thinks God is.

It is neither sappy nor romantic which are my first two prerequisites for anything.  She is witty and crude which I like in a woman.  It is a good book.  A fun adventure. The interesting thing is that I think Dan was not terribly happy about my reading the book.   He won’t admit it but I know my man.  We know their “tones”,  right girls?  We know what our men are talking about when they make the slight gestures of disapproval.  I think he thinks that it will inspire me to question my current existence and put thoughts in my head of far off places.

If a book could do that to me then my reading Pamela Andersen’s biography should inspire me to boob jobs, bikinis, tatoo’s and “home” videos.  Pretty sure that is not going to happen.  Have you seen how much a boob job costs these days? Then again the home video could pay for it. Hum.

I do want to eat my way through Italy but I would not want to do it with anyone other than my man.  I was told by my doctor that I should do some yoga but I don’t feel the need to travel to India to do it.  I can’t get my tush to the yoga class down the street.  I would love to visit Bali, but again, I want it to be on a second or third honeymoon with my hubby.

So the next book I read will be a little more conservative, just to put Dan at ease.  Any suggestions?  I hear the Barefoot Contessa has a new cookbook out.  Perfect.  This will prove that a book can’t inspire me to follow it’s path since I am quite sure I will not be running off to the kitchen to cook.