Becky has a serious problem – she loves to shop. And I mean LOVES to shop. The girl can rationalize any extra expenditure known to man. The conflict occurs when she starts receiving the ubiquitous letters from the credit card companies and her bank about her failure to pay her bills. She attempts to cut back on her spending – to disastrous results (see rationalization of expenditures above). Eventually, as in all chick lit, with an epiphany and a little luck, Becky gets her happy ending.
I really wanted to like this book. It is one I picked up on the spur of the moment at the airport. I already have plans to see the movie, so I really hoped it would be fun and thoughtless. Sophie Kinsella’s writing style is breezy and easy to follow. You can’t help but like her hopeless heroine. I’m not certain if the issue was the fact that the book takes place in London, so I don’t know all the labels that Becky mentions, or if it is because I am getting too old – SIGH. I couldn’t help myself from “tsk tsking” Becky’s actions or her rationalizations. The book, at times, was like a horror film – I couldn’t watch but I couldn’t look away either. And the entire time I was reading, I couldn’t help but wonder just what sort of message was being sent to the younger generations (see – I really am getting old). In light of our current global economic mess, do we really need to be highlighting how it is okay to max out every credit card because it will all work out in the end? I get that it is supposed to be light-hearted and fun, but I do think the message is all wrong and exactly the reasons why the entire globe is now struggling to fix their economies.
Still I remain hopeful for the movie. I love Isla Fisher and can’t wait to see how they are going to set the book in New York. And what’s not to like about watching someone else purchase haute couture? I’ll probably pass along the book to my younger co-workers, and they will snap it up in a heartbeat. I will do it with some niggling feelings of guilt though. And I am left wondering if I should ask for those few hours of my life spent reading it back.