But the weird thing is that 20 years later, during the crazy ride of "Eat, Pray, Love," I found myself identifying all over again with that unpublished young diner waitress who I used to be, thinking about her constantly, and feeling like I was her again, which made no rational sense whatsoever because our lives could not have been more different.
Imelik on see, et 20 aastat hiljem, "Söö. Palveta. Armasta" möllus, leidsin end taas samastumas selle kirjanikuhakatisest ettekandjaga, kes ma kunagi olin. Ma mõtlesin talle aina ja tundsin, et olen jälle tema, mis polnud üldse mõistuspärane, sest meie elud olid täiesti erinevad.