If you are a man, chances are the name Elizabeth Gilbert will not ring even the tiniest bell down a single corridor of your mind.
If you are a woman, however, especially one of the book-group persuasion, the klaxons are probably going off. Elizabeth Gilbert? The pasta-eating, Ashram-visiting, Indonesian-medicine-man-consulting, Brazilian-lover-bedding, bravely independent writer? Yep, that’s the one.
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