In “Eat, Pray, Love,” the protagonist travels around the world following her divorce. During her travels, she finds purpose, meaning, and then love again."Eat, Fuck, (Write About) Murder" is a much bleaker, millennial version of that story. In the midst of a breakup with both a serious boyfriend and a literary agent, I do some traveling and some eating, and I write about murder for work, but — spoiler — I do not fall in love again. The main similarity between this book and “Eat, Pray, Love” is that, yes, this is just yet another vapid white American woman’s travel story. While she was looking to find herself, I was continuing my journey of running away from myself. At this time in my life, I was looking for some life after part of my body had been murdered to avoid dying from cancer and after I lost years to a relationship that was already murdered itself. What I found was that I needed to divorce myself from the idea that we are only as worthy as what we produce and other lessons.