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I refused to even pick it up for a couple of years. I wasn't interested in jumping on the bandwagon, had heard all the negative feedback and was really just too proud to admit that I read it. Additionally, I'm a professional writer and can't tolerate poor writing--which I assumed it was. Then my aunt sent it to me and told me she had really enjoyed it. I picked it up, expecting to immediately put it back down. I wasn't expecting to fall in love. But I did. I. loved. it. Every page. Every line. It spoke to me right where I was in my own spiritual and mental health journey. I was recovering from my own serious bout of depression and immediately bonded with Elizabeth as she shared her journey in her straightforward, honest, emotionally vulnerable manner. I absolutely loved her writing style and the fact that humor infused every episode of her experience.
I don't quite understand the affect her story has on different people. Why do people hate it so vehemently when I found so much direction and comfort? Why did my spiritually-minded, but cynical husband fall in love with the movie? (He found jewels in her story that spoke to him as few other stories have.) "Spiritually lite?" I am a religious lifer, have practiced meditation for years, am a Benedictine oblate, and have studied all the world's religions. I'm not easily impressed, yet, I loved the book. Reading it encouraged, comforted, delighted and guided me. It's okay not to like it. It's also okay to like, even love it.