My rating: 1 of 5 stars
I really tried to like this book but in the end, I failed miserably. The author came across to me as a poor-little-rich-girl on a self-absorbed sabbatical of supposed self-discovery. She leaves her marraige, on what seems like a whim, immediately gets involved with another man, constantly bashes her ex-husband, and pines over the end of the relationship with the other guy. It just felt really shallow to me.
She then proceeds to eat her way through Italy, see nothing of India but an ashram, and then barges in on a senile medicine man in Bali. Oh, and did I mention she got paid to do all of this? I think that is where my biggest issues with this book lie. Soul-searching on someone else’s dime…where do I sign up?
While her character did grow in some ways, this book held very little depth or discovery for me. Richard from Texas was entertaining, as short as his appearance was.