Yoga Bitch: One Woman’s Quest to Conquer Skepticism, Cynicism, and Cigarettes on the Path to Enlightenment , by Suzanne Morrison is the antidote to all your I-can’t-believe-how-horrible-Eat, Pray, Love-was woes. Well, that was a mouthful. And if you’re the kind of yogi who wonders if having a mouthful of coconut vanilla milkshake negates all your yoganess, then you will likely laugh a lot while enjoying this yoga memoir.
A self-proclaimed atheist, Morrison finds herself still yearning and attracted to the “bell and whistles” found in religious rituals and ends up exploring that aspect of herself through yoga during a two-month yoga teacher training retreat in Bali. Beneath the humor is a real look at the shaky ground beneath teacher-student relationships and that delicate line between calling them “enlightened” and “hypocrite”. Caught between the ideology of transcendence and the $40 scented candles for sale at the local yoga studio, she intelligently explores territory that will be familiar to those of us who try to maintain a spiritual practice in a very material world.
