From the Los Angeles Times:
A meditation on live in its many forms - love of food, language, humanity, God, and most meaningful for Gilbert, love of self...Gilbert's wry, unfettered account of her extraordinary journey lets even the most cynical reader date to dream of someday finding God deep in a meditation cave in India, or, perhaps, over a transcendent slice of pizza.

From the New York Times Book Review:
If a more likable writer than Gilbert is currently in print, I haven't found him or her...Gilbert's prose is fueled by a mix of intelligence, wit, and colloquial exuberance that is close to irresistible.

My two cents (although I've only just started this book):
I passed this book up two or three times before finally biting the bullet and giving it a shot. Had to say, I was worried it would be all "God this and "God that" (where God is the 'Christian" God, without room for other interpretations). Oh how wrong I was. With the first few chapters, I fell in love with this story. So well written and entertaining that I forget its not fiction. Only 100 pages in, and already I've laughed and cried -- some passages are so profound and cut so close to my own heart, it is almost painful and yet, others are side splittingly funny. And I'm only as far as Gilbert's time in Italy. Can't wait to see what Bali and India bring.

OK - so Bali and India weren't as good as Italy. And the book did seem to get a little preachy as it went on. But I still enjoyed it, and will someday probably go back to it again. If, of course, I ever get my hands on it again (I've lent it to my mother, who probably will never join bookcrossing no matter how much I tell her she'd enjoy it,).

Happy hunting!