But it also left me in a really tricky position moving forward as an author trying to figure out how in the world I was ever going to write a book again that would ever please anybody, because I knew well in advance that all of those people who had adored "Eat, Pray, Love" were going to be incredibly disappointed in whatever I wrote next because it wasn't going to be "Eat, Pray, Love," and all of those people who had hated "Eat, Pray, Love" were going to be incredibly disappointed in whatever I wrote next because it would provide evidence that I still lived.
Bet kā autore es attapos arī ļoti sarežģītā situācijā – es mēģināju saprast, kā gan es varētu uzrakstīt vēl kādu grāmatu, kas kādam varētu patikt, jo es jau no sākuma zināju, ka visi tie cilvēki, kam patika <i>Ēd, lūdzies, mīli</i>, manā nākamajā darbā būs ārkārtīgi vīlušies, jo tas vairs nebūs <i>Ēd, lūdzies, mīli</i>, savukārt visi tie, kam <i>Ēd, lūdzies, mīli</i> nepatika, būs ārkārtīgi vīlušies, jo mans nākamais darbs būs pierādījums tam, ka es joprojām dzīvoju.