It’s three am. Elizabeth Gilbert, a thirty-something writer, is sobbing on the bathroom floor. Her husband, whom she is contemplating leaving, is sleeping next door. Her misery drives her to do something she has never done before: pray. “Hello God. How are you? I’m Liz. It’s nice to meet you.â€. A voice responds.“Go back to bed, Liz.†It is more conversation than conversion. A bitter divorce and a turbulent love affair are to follow, but also a new ...
