Book Worm.

So I am in the midst of a few really good books and lately I can’t get enough of Elizabeth Gilbert. I know, I know. Not everyone is a fan of Eat, Pray, Love, the book that is her claim to fame. (BTW I seriously loved this book so much and have probably watched the trailer to the movie a million times.) I CAN NOT wait to see the movie, I mean Julie Roberts, enough said.  Anyway, so I am on my third book of hers – The Last American Man.  All her writing comes from personal life experiences and seriously, this woman has lived a life, like reaaaallly lived her life and I’m sure, still continues to do so fabulously. She is just incredible.  All her writing has fantastic historical references about the evolving and every changing ways of life and I highly recommend reading some of her stuff, even if you weren’t a die hard Eat, Pray, Love fan. 

This is an excerpt from the first few pages in her book, The Last American Man.

It is probably not surprising then, that when I turned twenty-two I decided that I would not be satisfied by going on to graduate school or settling into some respectable career.  I had other aspirations.  I wanted to learn the boundaries of my own resourcefulness, and these, I believed, I could learn only in a place like Wyoming.  I was inspired by the example of my parents and by Walt Whitman’s stirring advice to American boys of the nineteenth century: ‘Ascend no longer from the textbook!  Ascend to your own country! Go to the West and the South! Go among men, in the spirit of men! Master horses, become a good marksman and a strong oarsman…’

I went to Wyoming in other words, to make a man of myself.

If you have, in fact, read Eat, Pray, Love then you can understand the incredibleness of this woman who just will not, in no way, shape or form, settle for “ordinary.”  I love her.  Read her books.  She’s fabulous. :-)

BTW - listening to Ben Harper as I am writing this.  Hmmmmm, I love him too.

Never leave lonely alone - Ben Harper

Like an old man
Sitting alone at a lunch counter
Never leave lonely alone...
Like a small town girl
A big city devours
Never leave lonely alone...
Some of us laugh
Even in our darkest hour
Never leave lonely alone...

Unspoken rules of solitude
Wound without a trace
A lifetime of dreams roll down your face
All that we can't say
Is all we need to hear
When you close your eyes
Does the world disappear

There's something in everyone
Only they know
Never leave lonely alone...
It moves in the hidden ways
Of joy and sorrow
Never leave lonely alone
Never leave lonely alone...