Eat Pray Love

Bestseller and recommended for every woman - so they all said and raved about the book. I thought being a woman (a point which became ambiguous a little after I began reading the book)I too should do Eat, Pray, Love. I did. For precisely 20 pages. While on the 10th page, I started thinking, as I read, "Surely, there's this movie version, probably that might be better", but then read on, given my attempts to increase my now ever-low tolerance levels and up the threshold. But at Page 20, I dropped it, promptly returned the book to my neighbour.
But since I never give up, I downloaded and tried watching the movie version. I watched the movie for 5-7 minutes, perhaps. The same as the book. Drawls and drawls. Not that Julia Roberts has any day been my favourite, I can't stand her jaw bones placement, the mouth runs like the Great Wall when she smiles, only here concave maybe.
So, inspite of her, I did try watching. And couldn't.
This is when I started thinking if every woman HAS to read/watch it, and every woman LOVED it, where does that put me on the gender scale?
That answer can wait. Just until I finish this McCall Smith. And his celebration of the small things.