last night, the second meeting of the cosi girls book club convened at my house. our chosen selection, EAT PRAY LOVE, was an interesting look at a woman's journey through divorce and depression to love and happiness across italy, india and indonesia. i think what really disappointed me at the end, now that i've had a chance to really ruminate on all the other women's points of view, is that in the final analysis, it wasn't much more than a real-life romance. it's ultimate message, because that's the note it ended on, was that a woman's ultimate happiness lies in the man she finds to love her.
and that is so not f-ing true.
in that sense, the book reminded me of that ridiculous piece of trash about mid-life women - something's gotta give. i wish ms gilbert had used her insights in india to become a deeper person... not just someone who's ready to forge a lasting relationship with a man. once the guy entered the picture, the whole thing just deteriorated into a romance novel complete with an unwilling maiden and a suave older suiter. sigh.
don't get me wrong. i like men. i adore my daddy, love and admire my stepfather, enjoy my brothers and brother-in-law, am awed by my sons, am blessed by Beloved. but they're not the focus of my universe nor the compass at the center of my soul. books- fiction or non- that focus on a woman's need to "find" a man don't speak to me. my life would be emptier and grayer without them, of course, but it's been empty and gray in big patches since i lost lorraine last year.
so i guess the question then becomes... what IS the focus of my universe? what is the compass in the center of my Soul?