Worst Book EVER!

Well, definitely top 10.
I am definitely in need of a little intellectual stimulation. I've read about 3 or 4 books in the past five or so days, and I'm definitely running out of books [Julie so graciously left her collection with me when she went back to Ireland].
So I pick up one book, last week, when Steve empties the backpack of stuff on my table. I pick up, Eat, Pray, Love and scoff at it, saying this is definitely a book I would not read.
Steve then goes on about how it's a good book, and I should give it a shot. I promptly reply that it sounds like a chick book that I would NOT be interested, but in the end I am persuaded by him [he's Irish, afterall] and start to read the book.
It is absolutely PAINFUL to read!
Seriously. I got to page 169 and yelled out in frustration.
My roommate, also in disgust of the book, almost threw the book off the balcony before I informed him that it would piss of the neighbors.
We ended up just throwing it around the house.
No matter how bad a book is, i ALWAYS finished it.
This will be the exception.
In a bout of frustration, I had to pen my thoughts.
This is what I wrote;
'Ridiculous. "Search for contentment." Search for enlightenment."
It's already there! Why and how does one WASTE by 'searching' for something that merely needs to be realized? This lasy is commodifying new-ageisms to an extent that makes me want to throw up, perhaps even use the book for meager kindling.
She said herself that she becomes, that she conforms to whomever she's dating at the time. This time? A man with a Guru. She sees, she WANTS, because she wants to be loved and accepted MORE for taking an interest in the same things as her significant other of the moment.
All the wrong reasons. She wants to know the EXACT way to meditate; HA! She wants to have a spiritual experience, also like everyone else [in the ashram]. She desires to conform to and control all situations ans it's entirely LAUGHABLE and...gross, even? She is needy. She is beyond needy. A needy, self-indulgent, "I'm the victim" who looks for immediate solution and escape from her problems rather than actually sorting through them.
Cry, cry, cry. Eat, eat, eat. Can you be more of a stereotype? Aging, post-divorce, whingey weak woman who takes solace in the comforts of food and attention from others. This woman is a COMPLETE headcase. Get over yourself, Lady! I hope she reads this. Go pat yourself on the back some more, and write another book for more pats and approval. Go-to-Italy-because-the-ugly-lecherous-Italian-men-are-the-only-ones-that-will-have-you-because-they-can't-understand-your-whinging-but-see-you-as-a-target-for-an-easy-lay. CHILL OUT, LADY!'

Thanks for confirming to chauvinistic pigs that women are nothing more than emotional wrecks capable of nothing more than crying and eating. Thanks, Elizabeth Gilbert, for putting women back another couple decades.

Sorry about the negativity, hahaha. I think it's actually hilarious how irritated this book made me. AHAHAHAHAH