i picked this up, on a whim, at the airport before boarding one of three flights i was taking to italy.
embarrassed, a little, because i haven't read anything so girly in quite a long time - this past year has been all about yoga,
and yoga and yoga - much heavier, grown up, serious reading - so this was my popcorn. and it was a great book. well-written, funny, a little cliche in
some parts - but it met my expectations and i was glad to have this book as company.
"When Suzanne Morrison decides to travel to Bali for a two-month yoga retreat, she wants nothing more than to be transformed from
a twenty-five year-old with a crippling fear of death into her enchanting yoga teacher, Indra - a woman who seems to have found it all:
love, self, and God.
But things don't go quite as expected. Once in Bali, she finds that her beloved yoga teacher and all of her yogamates wake up every morning
to drink a large, steaming mug...of their own urine. Sugar is a mortal sin. Spirits inhabit kitchen appliances. And the more she tries to find her higher
self, the more she faces her cynical, egomaniacal, cigarette-, wine-, and chocolate-craving lower self."
it's funny. chicklit at it's best.
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