A little repetitive, not entirely gripping but I'm thankful for anyone that steps out of the dark and speaks out on mental illness. Postnatal depressi...moreA little repetitive, not entirely gripping but I'm thankful for anyone that steps out of the dark and speaks out on mental illness. Postnatal depression is something that, incredibly, is still hushed up and not spoken about, which makes it even harder for women who are suffering from it as they feel that it is a wrong and taboo thing to be experiencing.
Reading Brooke's experience made me realise that what I experienced was quite 'run of the mill', although when I was experiencing it - I felt entirely alone and like a complete nutter - which sent me into a tailspin. I spent a lot longer struggling with my issues as I was so fearful of speaking out; I didn't want to be seen as a failure. If I had read this book back then I would have more pro-active in helping myself.
It's simply knowing that you aren't alone that helps. (less)
A little bit cocky, irritating and smug; but an easy read. I was a little confused as to how mediocre the book actually was considering the hype that...moreA little bit cocky, irritating and smug; but an easy read. I was a little confused as to how mediocre the book actually was considering the hype that it got. I do admire Pausch's attitude, I could definitely be a heck of a lot more like Tigger, and a shite load less like Eeyore ... but I also find the Tigger types annoying, I always want to slap them. I felt like this whilst reading the book, I admired his bouncy attitude, but it also felt completely unreal and so detached.
I felt as if he presented his life lessons like they were grand revelations, unheard of and earth shattering ... but I found myself struggling to see the sense in some of them. Keep $200 in my wallet? With the frequency that I lose my purse and my inability to even keep a $200 float in my bank account ... not likely to happen. And important enough to publish in a book? Hrm.
Besides, he didn't really follow through with the whole childhood dreams thing. I mean, he bragged here and there about his achievements but I wanted him to to talk me into moving to France, writing children's novels and owning a labrador. They were my goals when I was 4.
But still, you have to admire the guy. I think he left on a fantastic note and is a great role model for his kids. Plus, I like the cover of his book.(less)
Blah, I tired quickly of the whole god thing, the self-absorption, the alluding to her hot looks, her super intelligence, her ace abilities to meditat...moreBlah, I tired quickly of the whole god thing, the self-absorption, the alluding to her hot looks, her super intelligence, her ace abilities to meditate, her obsession with men (fuelled by celibacy), her ignorance of anything besides her in India and Indonesia. And the list goes on. Wouldn't mind reading a book by Richard from Texas though.
I must say, even though I found her highly irrtating on many levels, I still found her writing interesting. And I did enjoy the Italy part. Even if she is too good for anti-depressants.
edit: may 2011: i saw the movie recently and felt nauseous the entire time. It is the most foul fucking movie I think I have ever seen and it made me loathe Gilbert even more than I already did. Fucking. Foul. Narcissistic privileged rich turd wallows in her privileged white life. Made me loathe Julia Roberts even more than I thought possible. I remained cantankerous for days. Still can't string together a sentence and have it make sense because of the all-consuming rage.(less)
I knew I was going to hate this book so I never picked it up. But just like the final Harry Potter book,= every time I went to the book store,= it beg...moreI knew I was going to hate this book so I never picked it up. But just like the final Harry Potter book,= every time I went to the book store,= it begged me to pick it up and love it. I RESISTED THOUGH. I learn my lessons hard but I certainly do learn them. I borrowed it from the library instead and it came complete with some filthy 12-year old's soup fingerprints on it, excellent.
Currently up to Page 22, but had a quick flick through to see whether the rest of the book was as promising with its overuse of adjectives as the first twenty-two pages. "I walked alertly to the cafeteria" ... " oh then, even better, I see the fourth or fifth reference to Bella hiding behind her curtain of hair. I am really, really going to enjoy reading this book. No shit. I just need my underlining pencil and dolly up my chronic bitch face.
Am about to go lounge in the pool whilst reading, I really hope I don't drop it in.
Okay up to page 50. Am incredibly bored and don't know when I'm wasting my time reading this when I could be reading something so much better, say, The Da Vinci code for example. Have been reading with one eye on the television, skim ten pages, only to realise that I've only really missed five or so different words for golden ... like, butterscotch and their associated adjectives, like glimmering. His eyes. Golden.
I can't believe this got published. Further, I can't believe it's popular and people are omfg *heart*'ing all over it's wretched face. This is something I would have written when I was twelve ... you know, not to be conceited belittle myself or anything. This book, ladies and gents, gives all us aspiring authors who are too shit-scared to step up and get our work out, some hope. A lot of hope. Glimmering, golden-speckled hope . . .
Oh one more thing. Weren't we always taught that, if we had to write 'he said', 'she said', to stick to that? Not delve into the 'she said forcefully', 'she intruded rudely', 'he said urgently', 'he spake forth controllingly'. And why did I want to know that she had a bowl of cereal with a swig of orange juice from the carton for breakfast? And why is she so intent on writing about how clumsy she is? Why must Edward be so emo? Why does her truck make so much noise, it's interupting the smooth flow of this excellent story. I have to constantly stop and pay attention to how noisy her truck is, and how much she gets stared at. WHY HAVE I READ 50 PAGES OF THIS BOOK AND WHY AM I ABOUT TO READ MORE? (less)