A friend got me the book Eat, Pray, Love thinking it would be a good guide for what I was going through. All I could think was, 'this is the most self-centered, shallow woman I could never imagine being friends with.'
What the author did to her H was atrocious. I read it thinking, WOW, this woman is such a low-quality human being...no amount of meditation can cure narcissism.
If the book was an autobiography of a man who did the same things, he would be laughed at and the subject of much cultural derision. Instead, this selfish woman is celebrated for her 'growth'. Yikes! Major double standard.
The writing was pretty mediocre - not bad, just not that good.