Confessions of a Shopaholic = beach book at best
by Laurel on July 22, 2008
I tend to shop in spurts. I only go to a mall about once every 2-3 weeks (usually for books), and only really shop for clothes every second month. However, when I do feel up to going through the rigamaroll of hunting through racks and waiting in line for dressing rooms, it can put my bank account back a few hundred dollars in an afternoon. And I understand how one might become addicted to it, as there is no greater satisfaction than stepping out your door in a new outfit that you feel great in.
Confessions of a Shopaholic, by Sophie Kinsella, is a corny book about a 25-year-old Brit who just cannot manage to curb her spending. Despite final notices from her multiple credit card agencies, she continues to lust after whatever new item she has her heart set on, then eventually buys it and feels guilty so then buys more things to relieve the guilt…. Oh yeah, and there is also the job that she hates and the colleague whom at first she hates but later she likes.
Although this book was kind of cute at times, more often than not I found myself rolling my eyes at the actions of the main character and feeling a bit irritated by the predictability of the plot. Certainly, it was no piece of literary genius, but it would fill the role of a paperback to throw in the beach bag. This was the first book that I’ve read by Sophie Kinsella, and I doubt I’ll read another, unless maybe I pick it up from the discount rack.
2.5 out of 5 piggy snorts
I am a true book piggy. I would rather shop for a book than for clothes, love nothing more than to curl up on the couch with a new book, and have been known to devour entire books in one sitting.
