I love food, and I liked the cover, and as I librarian I can justify reading something to hyped because I need to be familiar with what my patrons want. I took Eat, Pray, Love with me on a trip to California (hoping for good airplane reading). I ended up leaving it there. I made it with her through Italy, but once she went into the Ashram I was so tired of hearing her talk about her woe-stricken upper middle class neuroses that I could not go on. Yes, she makes fun of her own self-pity, but for me that did not make it any easier to digest.