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Everywhere I saw Americans, I saw at least one American woman clutching the book Eat, Pray, Love. Catherine brought a copy that a friend had pressed on her and we both dutifully read it. (I tried not to let anyone see me.)

Neither of us were knocked out by the book although Catherine said she wouldn’t mind having a cup of coffee with Elizabeth Gilbert. Not me. I found her irritating. A good writer and thinker, but really annoying. As Rolf Potts says in this right-on, right-on rebuttal to the book on Worldhum: You’ve come to admire this woman—and you wish the best for her—but you wish she’d stop yapping about emotional minutiae so you could both look out and enjoy the scenery from time to time.)