Scene: Rowley family living room. Scott studies for his up-coming Contracts final.
Lonica reads in her favorite spot on the couch. The light reflects like a halo off her
luminous hair. (
Hey, it's my blog and story, I can tell it how I want...)Scott: Are you going to write about the Shopaholic books on your blog?
Lonica: I don’t know.
Scott: Why not? You spend lots of time reading them.
Lonica: I’m not sure…Maybe.
Obviously, my eloquence was astounding. But, I have to say—he got me thinking. I have now finished reading five, yes that’s right, five Shopaholic books. If I felt so “meh” about them, why do I keep reading them? I’ve spent a couple of days puzzling over that question and have come to a conclusion.
Each of the five Shopaholic books, Confessions of Shopaholic, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, Shopaholic Ties the Knot, Shopaholic and Sister, and Shopaholic and Baby, by Shopie Kinsella, follow the story of Becky Bloomwood as she racks up credit card debt with her Visa. They all involve a slightly different variation of the same Shopaholic theme: New York, marriage, sister, and baby, but follow a similar plot line. I spend the first half of the book mentally chastising and criticizing the main character, Becky, until eventually she realizes her mistakes near the climax of the book, and then works her problems out with a little creativity and a lot of luck.
When I say "mentally chastising and criticizing" I mean it. I find myself silently screaming: "Drop it! You really don't need that!" "Just tell the truth!" "Didn't you learn your lesson last time?" "Come on, you can't be for real!"
In other words, the first half is aggravating and the second half is thoroughly enjoyable. By the time I finish and set the book aside, I'm anxious to reach for the next one.
This phenomenon is perplexing. Usually, I either like a book or I dislike a book. The only thing I can figure, is that Sophie Kinsella does a few things well--very well. Her books are full of irresistible laughter. Despite the fact that Becky Bloomwood is so irritating at times, she is also incredibly entertaining. Not only is the plot comical, but her reaction to events leads to one chuckle after another.
Additionally, Kinsella's writing can be read easily and can be finished rapidly without a great deal of in depth thought. For someone who has a whole long list of books to read, there's really something rewarding about quickly finishing a book. To prove my point, I finished the last two just this weekend.
If you're looking for something light, entertaining, and enjoyable, I would definitely recommend the Shopaholic series by Shopie Kinsella. If you want to avoid wondering in irritation "Who in the world actually buys Jimmy Choo shoes?", "Can anyone actually glance at a shirt and immediately recognize it as last season's Armani?" and "Do people honestly care that much about fashion?" I think I would stay away.
On a more positive note: I also read Kinsella's other two un-Shopaholic novels, The Undomestic Goddess, and Can You Keep a Secret? and thoroughly enjoyed them. It's not so much Kinsella that turns me off, as it is the irritating fallacies of Becky Bloomwood.