Elizabeth Gilbert is a novelist. In her non-fiction real life, she had a bad spell: a contentious, ugly divorce, an overly needy relationship with a distant rebound lover, a bout of depression. She goes on a journey to heal, to find herself-- a pre-planned, publisher-financed 4 months of pasta and language classes in Italy, 4 months of meditation at an ashram in India, 4 months with a medicine man in Bali. It's kind of everyone's fantasy, no? Okay, parts of it are kind of my fantasy. Parts of it.