Committed: A Skeptic Makes Peace With Marriage, Elizabeth Gilbert

I'm not generally a hard person to get along with. Yes, I'm awful to live with in certain circumstances, but those are few and far, far between. However, Liz and I didn't get along while I read this. It was not a circumstance in which I was the most amiable and tolerant of women.

She made me so so angry.

Perhaps I should have read the final chapter - which I admittedly did not, feeling it was a waste of my precious mortality. But up until that chapter's beginning all I heard was, "Being a wife is slavery. And being a mother is for the crazy slaves."

Well-written? Yes. Liz is a fantastic writer. For that reason I gave her three stars on Goodreads and not one.

Perhaps I shouldn't be so harsh in my critique of a book simply for not agreeing with her opinions. But I found her so embarrassing, as a fellow woman, that I had a hard time justifying even the cost of the paper the book I was holding had cost.

I know. I need to read the last chapter. Maybe she says, "Yes, I used to think all those things and now I understand that I was insane and illogical and that perhaps the thousands of years of heritage wives and mothers share are beautiful and meaningful after all." But I doubt it.

I disliked the book. Didn't hate it. Gave it three stars on Goodreads. I'd recommend it the way I'd recommend Mein Kampf ... interesting as a portrait of the artist, but you don't want to be like the artist.