Elizabeth Gilbert left her husband for no good reason whatsoever as far as I can see. I read the book but couldn't enjoy it because I couldn't get over her utter selfishness all the way through it.
“The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars..."
Ionysis, it's ironic that you bring this up because this book was actually recommended to me when I was struggling with my own guilt about being "selfish" -- that is, putting myself first for once, and taking care of me. I eventually learned that sometimes one needs to be selfish in order to find oneself and figure out what is really important on the path to fulfillment.
I read this book after it was highly recommended to me. I really didn't like it at all. Liz just seemed flighty and silly. I thought the message of the book was trite and that there just wasn't much depth or realness there.
And also, I'm sorry, but knowing before you leave on the trip that you are getting an advance payment to write about it....well, that just seems pretty contrived and took the genuineness out of it for me.