Book Review: Yoga Bitch

When my friend Jennifer suggested the book Yoga Bitch by Suzanne Morrison for our Twitter Yoga Book Club (#YOBC), I thought it sounded intriguing. After reading the synopsis and the full title, Yoga Bitch: One Woman's Quest to conquer Skepticism, Cynicism, and Cigarettes on the Path to Enlightenment, I knew I wanted to read about this yogi's journey.

This book is an easy read in terms of the language and her writing style. I have found in some memoirs about yogic journeys the authors go off on flowery spells that, quite frankly, I get lost in but not in a good way. Suzanne Morrison's frank writing style uses humor, humility, and honesty that allows the reader to step into her shoes and experience what she's seeing first hand.

I found myself saying "I know exactly what that's like" when she talks about her relationship with  her teacher Indra, who starts out on a very high pedestal and in the end is seen as perfectly flawed as her students. I giggled many times about the crazy dreams she had about her other teacher Lou. I felt my stomach cramp as she described her bout of Bali Belly. Over and over again I nodded my head to the familiarity I felt to her experience.

This isn't an airy fairy account of one yogi's journey to enlightenment; it's a balls out real ride to realization flowered with farting, pissing, douching, loving, breathing, laughing, crying, asana-ing, and finding truth.