I hated Eat, Pray, Love. I found it whiny and soul destroying. I will never get back the time it took me to read it and I resent Ms Gilbert for that. However, it was a gift and I love the gift giver very much so I have kept it through recent book purges.
Mark Dapin and Charlie Brooker are the kind of thinkers and writers that I love. They get you thinking, they get you opining and they are cranky buggers in a world of white teeth and cloying positivity. Which I am all for - but it is equally lovely to have dissent without ideology or the burden of principle to take away from it.
And since I am unlikely to ever meet Mr Dapin or Mr Brooker, I must content myself with placing them either side of Ms Gilbert on the bookshelf and chortling away to myself as I continue to unpack and imagine the kinds of conversations those three books will be having in that alternative universe where books talk to each other.