I was pretty critical of Elizabeth Gilbert but this makes her seem like the patron saint of humility, nuance, and self reflection. I didn't hate this book, I did listen to it all the way through. But I felt like she was trying to be Sex in the City for runners. I got it that even while guys came and went, running was with her forever. Her race reports were interesting and kept me listening. But the person they chose to read it didn't help.