I received a handful of gift cards for my 21st birthday, including one to Barnes and Nobles (my one true weakness).  So of course, I rushed out to the store to gift myself with yet more books to throw onto my "to be read pile".  I came home clutching Juliet Marillier's Flame of Sevenwaters (the last in her Sevenwaters saga) and Elizabeth Gilbert's Big Magic, which I had been dying to get my hands on for the last several months.

There's a painful irony there, however, considering that in my recent blog post, Depression Riding Shotgun, I called out Gilbert's best-selling book  Eat Pray Love as "a fucking myth".

I want to elaborate on that for a moment.