![]() ![]() ![]() You'll bruise a leaf between your teeth, and it'll savor of lemon, and you'll feel slightly bemused-what's this lady's deal?-but there won't be time for bemusement, because here come two cats who'd very much like you to pet them, and also a dog pawing at your knees, and your new old friend is ten steps ahead of you on the stone path to her house, and did you want a cappuccino or a latte? If you're ever scheduled to visit Elizabeth Gilbert at her rambling yellow Victorian in tiny Frenchtown, New Jersey, and you think that the area's unmarked rural roads may have turned you around and delivered you to the wrong driveway, two sights will confirm that you're in the right place: first, the half-dozen stone Buddhas lounging in the grass around the front porch and, second, the slender blonde who will be sunnily striding toward you, calling your name like you're old pals, introducing herself as Liz and thrusting a sprig of herbs into your hand. ![]() Now, the author of Eat, Pray, Love returns to her fiercest passion, with a book she's spent her entire life preparing to write. Then she wrote another-and drifted even further from the thing she most loved to do. ![]() She made her name with a memoir that captivated the world and cemented her place in literary history. ![]()
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