I just finished Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella and I must say I enjoyed reading it quite a bit. I was shocked at how fast I read it and how it just kind of ended leaving it wide open for the next book.
Yet again I found this book hard to put down just wanting to read it whenever I could often leaving Ryan to tell me that I make a cute dork walking around reading a book all the time.
The book often left me wondering what trouble she would get in to next or what crazy lie she would come up with to get her way out of some mess. I however found myself loving to hate her because of her amazing luck, for instance she is in ton of debt yet she has 2 multimillionaires falling all over her and many other lucky things I don't want to give away. I also loved that the character lived in England and the words she uses like "bloody". I kind of feel myself thinking that "wow this was kind of a modern day Cinderella story" in a screwed up kind of way, minus the evil step mom and sisters, oh and singing rats.
Sadly that is about all I can think to say about this book without giving away loads of details as I discuss the book with myself playing back different things in the book that I find unbelievable. I did a lot of think "wow that would never happen" but then I would think back to all those touching Opera stories you hear about and think well maybe it could.
Over all this was a light hearted book that left me laughing and giggling most of the way through it and I look forward to reading more of Sophie Kinsella's books.
If you've ever paid off one credit card with another, thrown out a bill before opening it, or convinced yourself that buying at a two-for-one sale is like making money, then this silly, appealing novel is for you. In the opening pages of Confessions of a Shopaholic, recent college graduate Rebecca Bloomwood is offered a hefty line of credit by a London bank. Within a few months, Sophie Kinsella's heroine has exceeded the limits of this generous offer, and begins furtively to scan her credit-card bills at work, certain that she couldn't have spent the reported sums.
In theory anyway, the world of finance shouldn't be a mystery to Rebecca, since she writes for a magazine called Successful Saving. Struggling with her spendthrift impulses, she tries to heed the advice of an expert and appreciate life's cheaper pleasures: parks, museums, and so forth. Yet her first Saturday at the Victoria and Albert Museum strikes her as a waste. Why? There's not a price tag in sight.
It kind of takes the fun out of it, doesn't it? You wander round, just looking at things, and it all gets a bit boring after a while. Whereas if they put price tags on, you'd be far more interested. In fact, I think all museums should put prices on their exhibits. You'd look at a silver chalice or a marble statue or the Mona Lisa or whatever, and admire it for its beauty and historical importance and everything--and then you'd reach for the price tag and gasp, "Hey, look how much this one is!" It would really liven things up.
Eventually, Rebecca's uncontrollable shopping and her "imaginative" solutions to her debt attract the attention not only of her bank manager but of handsome Luke Brandon--a multimillionaire PR representative for a finance group frequently covered in Successful Saving. Unlike her opposite number in Bridget Jones's Diary, however, Rebecca actually seems too scattered and spacey to reel in such a successful man. Maybe it's her Denny and George scarf. In any case, Kinsella's debut makes excellent fantasy reading for the long stretches between white sales and appliance specials. --Regina Marler
I hope those of you that enjoy reading and get the chance to read this book enjoy it! I now hope to get in to a good murder mystery, or any kind of mystery for that mater.