Maybe I'm just old fashioned.

I've seen a lot of ads lately for ereaders. Kindle. Nook. Other various knockoff brands.

I'm intrigued by the concept and in many ways it's a good one. Buying ebooks saves trees, you can carry multiple books around as well as newspapers, magazines and what have you easily and well contained. It's small and portable so you don't have to lug around a bulky book, especially if it's hardcover.

I know a lot of people who have ereaders who love them. I know others who love the idea and have one on their wish list.

Personally, I'm still on the fence.

Maybe I'm old fashioned, but there's something I really love about holding that book in my hands. I like the small of it, the feel of actual pages and the action of turning those pages one by one until I reach the back cover. It's comforting in many ways to hang on to the story in physical form and get lost in the excitement of what's between the front and back covers. Maybe it's just me, but I don't quite see the charm and wonderment occurring reading a book off a screen.

Not only that, but reading off a screen tends to hurt my eyes. I suppose the ereader screen is a bit different than a computer screen, but it's a screen none the less.

There's just something exciting about seeing that front cover with the (hopefully) engaging and not overdone cover art, the way the title is laid out and the font used. Being able to run your hand over that and know you're about to take another journey into an altered universe where you can escape when reality gets too much.

So there you have it. As much as the ereaders have going for them, I'm just not sure I'm ready to part with my good old fashioned book and the charm it brings to my life.

Influences

I didn't start off wanting to be a writer. I actually started off in sociology. Then theatre. But it was while I was doing an off-campus study in college that I realized how much fun writing is. Especially about the arts. I didn't want to be directly involved (I realized just how hard being an actress is and how it's so not for me) I could write about it. And I loved that even more.

Lately I've been reading a ton. Partly because I love getting lost in stories and partly because I work at a job where I have time to read. But I have been just devouring books.

Not that long ago, I read Elizabeth Gilbert's memoirs Eat, Pray, Love and Committed. Eat, Pray, Love was read while I was going through a very painful breakup and it struck such a

cord with me that I felt Gilbert was somehow, through her own journey, helping me along mine. On almost every page I found advice or just a simple thought to mull over. I came out of this memoir feeling a little more settled and one step closer to moving on. After that I couldn't not read about her next journey and hope that she would further help me along in mine.

While on my own journey I discovered my new passion for writing book reviews. It hit me one day- I can combine the two things I love most: reading and writing. Since then I've been reviewing almost everything I've read. Here is my review of Eat, Pray, Love and Committed:

When writer Elizabeth Gilbert's world began to unravel she did what she does best to put it back in working order- she travelled and she wrote about it. Both Eat, Pray, Love and, most recently, Committed, chronicle Gilbert's search to discover what truly makes her happy and how to come to terms with and survive what she is most averse to in her life.

I know I'm a tad behind on the phenomenon that was Eat, Pray, Love when it first came out, I still believe it holds relevance and is just as worth discussing now, especially in light of her second memoir being recently published.

One thing to keep in mind when entering into these books

is that they do tend to run on the side of self-indulgent. Gilbert comments in her intro, “I did not anticipate that those readers would enjoy a rather emotional first-person chronicle about a divorced woman’s quest for psycho-spiritual healing. I hope they would be generous enough, though to understand, that I had needed to write that book for my own personal reasons, and maybe everyone would let it slide…” (Committed). I don't necessarily see this as a negative aspect, but more of just a fact worth noting. Going into it, it's obvious Gilbert wrote these books to work out personal dilemmas in her own life, and therefore uses the pages of her memoirs to delve into personal thoughts and ideas. She even admits at times in the novel

that she wrote these books for the purpose of working things out and I believe that if you begin these novels with that notion in mind it shouldn't be something to get too hung up on.

This is especially true because Gilbert is so accessible. It's simple for a reader to begin to relate to what Gilbert goes through and to sympathize and/or empathize. Gilbert's witty writing style and entertaining anecdotes are also effective at pulling the reader into her world. While spending time in Laos, she and her fiancé, Felipe, visit their tour guide’s home and meet his family. They learn about the tradition of marriage in Laos while having a wonderful time making new friends. The reader can begin to feel as if they are travelling around the globe with Gilbert and can vicariously experience all she went through (both the good and the bad).

Not only does Gilbert provide plenty of entertainment but education as well. It's clear she did her homework, investigating the history and facts of everything from various types of Indian meditations to the tradition of marriage throughout the ages as she quotes from various books she’s read and research she’s done. The reader comes away from these memoirs having learned new about relatively common practices and it can be appreciated that Gilbert made herself an expert on these subjects before imparting wisdom about them to others.

Overall, I thoroughly enjoyed spending time with Gilbert in both Eat, Pray, Love and Committed. Both memoirs were a pleasure to read and I enjoyed being allowed to tag along with Gilbert as she took her literal and emotional trips around the globe.