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Confessions of a Shopaholic: A Novel Kindle Edition
“Sophie Kinsella keeps her finger on the cultural pulse, while leaving me giddy with laughter.”—Jojo Moyes, author of The Giver of Stars and The Last Letter from Your Lover
Becky Bloomwood has a fabulous flat in London’s trendiest neighborhood, a troupe of glamorous socialite friends, and a closet brimming with the season’s must-haves. The only trouble is, she can’t actually afford it—not any of it. Her job writing at Successful Saving magazine not only bores her to tears, it doesn’t pay much at all. And lately Becky’s been chased by dismal letters from the bank—letters with large red sums she can’t bear to read. She tries cutting back. But none of her efforts succeeds. Her only consolation is to buy herself something . . . just a little something.
Finally a story arises that Becky actually cares about, and her front-page article catalyzes a chain of events that will transform her life—and the lives of those around her—forever.
Praise for Sophie Kinsella and Confessions of a Shopaholic
“Kinsella’s Bloomwood is plucky and funny. . . . You won’t have to shop around to find a more winning protagonist.”—People
“If a crème brûlée could be transmogrified into a book, it would be Confessions of a Shopaholic.”—The Star-Ledger
“A have-your-cake-and-eat-it romp, done with brio and not a syllable of moralizing. . . . Kinsella has a light touch and puckish humor.”—Kirkus Reviews
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“A hilarious tale . . . hijinks worthy of classic I Love Lucy episodes . . . too good to pass up.”—USA Today
“Kinsella’s Bloomwood is plucky and funny. . . . You won’t have to shop around to find a more winning protagonist.”—People
“If a crème brûlée could be transmogrified into a book, it would be Confessions of a Shopaholic.”—The Star-Ledger
“A have-your-cake-and-eat-it romp, done with brio and not a syllable of moralizing. . . . Kinsella has a light touch and puckish humor.”—Kirkus Reviews
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From the Trade Paperback edition. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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Ok. don't panic. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?
I stare out of the office window at a bus driving down Oxford Street, willing myself to open the white envelope sitting on my cluttered desk. It's only a piece of paper, I tell myself for the thousandth time. And I'm not stupid, am I? I know exactly how much this VISA bill will be.
Sort of. Roughly.
It'll be about ... £200. Three hundred, maybe. Yes, maybe £300. Three-fifty, max.
I casually close my eyes and start to tot up. There was that suit in Jigsaw. And there was dinner with Suze at Quaglinos. And there was that gorgeous red and yellow rug. The rug was £200, come to think of it. But it was definitely worth every penny — everyone's admired it. Or, at least, Suze has.
And the Jigsaw suit was on sale — 30 percent off. So that was actually saving money.
I open my eyes and reach for the bill. As my fingers hit the paper I remember new contact lenses. Ninety-five pounds. Quite a lot. But, I mean, I had to get those, didn't I? What am I supposed to do, walk around in a blur?
And I had to buy some new solutions and a cute case and some hypoallergenic eyeliner. So that takes it up to ... £400?
At the desk next to mine, Clare Edwards looks up from her post. She's sorting all her letters into neat piles, just like she does every morning. She puts rubber bands round them and puts labels on them saying things like "Answer immediately" and "Not urgent but respond." I loathe Clare Edwards.
"OK, Becky?" she says.
"Fine," I say lightly. "Just reading a letter."
I reach gaily into the envelope, but my fingers don't quite pull out the bill. They remain clutched around it while my mind is seized — as it is every month — by my secret dream.
Do you want to know about my secret dream? It's based on a story I once read in The Daily World about a mix-up at a bank. I loved this story so much, I cut it out and stuck it onto my wardrobe door. Two credit card bills were sent to the wrong people, and — get this — each person paid the wrong bill without realizing. They paid off each other's bills without even checking them.
And ever since I read that story, my secret fantasy has been that the same thing will happen to me. I mean, I know it sounds unlikely — but if it happened once, it can happen again, can't it? Some dotty old woman in Cornwall will be sent my humongous bill and will pay it without even looking at it. And I'll be sent her bill for three tins of cat food at fifty-nine pence each. Which, naturally, I'll pay without question. Fair's fair, after all.
A smile is plastered over my face as I gaze out of the window. I'm convinced that this month it'll happen — my secret dream is about to come true. But when I eventually pull the bill out of the envelope — goaded by Clare's curious gaze — my smile falters, then disappears. Something hot is blocking my throat. I think it could be panic.
The page is black with type. A series of familiar names rushes past my eyes like a mini shopping mall. I try to take them in, but they're moving too fast. Thorntons, I manage to glimpse. Thorntons Chocolates? What was I doing in Thorntons Chocolates? I'm supposed to be on a diet. This bill can't be right. This can't be me. I can't possibly have spent all this money.
Don't panic! I yell internally. The key is not to panic. Just read each entry slowly, one by one. I take a deep breath and force myself to focus calmly, starting at the top.
WHSmith (well, that's OK. Everyone needs stationery.)
Boots (everyone needs shampoo)
Specsavers (essential)
Oddbins (bottle of wine — essential)
Our Price (Our Price? Oh yes. The new Charlatans album. Well, I had to have that, didn't I?)
Bella Pasta (supper with Caitlin)
Oddbins (bottle of wine — essential)
Esso (petrol doesn't count)
Quaglinos (expensive — but it was a one-off)
Pret à Manger (that time I ran out of cash)
Oddbins (bottle of wine — essential)
Rugs to Riches (what? Oh yes. Stupid rug.)
La Senza (sexy underwear for date with James)
Agent Provocateur (even sexier underwear for date with James. Like I needed it.)
Body Shop (that skin brusher thing which I must use)
Next (fairly boring white shirt — but it was in the sale)
Millets...
I stop in my tracks. Millets? I never go into Millets. What would I be doing in Millets? I stare at the statement in puzzlement, wrinkling my brow and trying to think — and then suddenly, the truth dawns on me. It's obvious. Someone else has been using my card.
Oh my God. I, Rebecca Bloomwood, have been the victim of a crime.
Now it all makes sense. Some criminal's pinched my credit card and forged my signature. Who knows where else they've used it? No wonder my statement's so black with figures! Someone's gone on a spending spree round London with my card — and they thought they would just get away with it.
But how? I scrabble in my bag for my purse, open it — and there's my VISA card, staring up at me. I take it out and run my fingers over the glossy surface. Someone must have pinched it from my purse, used it — and then put it back. It must be someone I know. Oh my God. Who?
I look suspiciously round the office. Whoever it is, isn't very bright. Using my card at Millets! It's almost laughable. As if I'd ever shop there.
"I've never even been into Millets!" I say aloud.
"Yes you have," says Clare.
"What?" I turn to her. "No I haven't."
"You bought Michael's leaving present from Millets, didn't you?"
I feel my smile disappear. Oh, bugger. Of course. The blue anorak for Michael. The blue sodding anorak from Millets.
When Michael, our deputy editor, left three weeks ago, I volunteered to buy his present. I took the brown envelope full of coins and notes into the shop and picked out an anorak (take it from me, he's that kind of guy). And at the last minute, now I remember, I decided to pay on credit and keep all that handy cash for myself.
I can vividly remember fishing out the four £5 notes and carefully putting them in my wallet, sorting out the pound coins and putting them in my coin compartment, and pouring the rest of the change into the bottom of my bag. Oh good, I remember thinking. I won't have to go to the cash machine. I'd thought that sixty quid would last me for weeks.
So what happened to it? I can't have just spent sixty quid without realizing it, can I?
"Why are you asking, anyway?" says Clare, and she leans forward. I can see her beady little X-ray eyes gleaming behind her specs. She knows I'm looking at my VISA bill. "No reason," I say, briskly turning to the second page of my statement.
But I've been put off my stride. Instead of doing what I normally do — look at the minimum payment required and ignore the total completely — I find myself staring straight at the bottom figure.
Nine hundred and forty-nine pounds, sixty-three pence. In clear black and white.
For thirty seconds I am completely motionless. Then, without changing expression, I stuff the bill back into the envelope. I honestly feel as though this piece of paper has nothing to do with me. Perhaps, if I carelessly let it drop down on the floor behind my computer, it will disappear. The cleaners will sweep it up and I can claim I never got it. They can't charge me for a bill I never received, can they?
I'm already composing a letter in my head. "Dear Managing Director of VISA. Your letter has confused me. What bill are you talking about, precisely? I never received any bill from your company. I did not care for your tone and should warn you, I am writing to Anne Robinson of Watchdog."
Or I could always move abroad.
"Becky?" My head jerks up and I see Clare holding this month's news list. "Have you finished the piece on Lloyds?"
"Nearly," I lie. As she's watching me, I feel forced to summon it up on my computer screen, just to show I'm willing.
"This high-yield, 60-day access account offers tiered rates of interest on investments of over £2,000," I type onto the screen, copying directly from a press release in front of me. "Long-term savers may also be interested in a new stepped-rate bond which requires a minimum of £5,000."
I type a full stop, take a sip of coffee, and turn to the second page of the press release.
This is what I do, by the way. I'm a journalist on a financial magazine. I'm paid to tell other people how to organize their money.
Of course, being a financial journalist is not the career I always wanted. No one who writes about personal finance ever meant to do it. People tell you they "fell into" personal finance. They're lying. What they mean is they couldn't get a job writing about anything more interesting. They mean they applied for jobs at The Times and The Express and Marie-Claire and Vogue and GQ, and all they got back was "Piss off."
So they started applying to Metalwork Monthly and Cheesemakers Gazette and What Investment Plan? And they were taken on as the crappiest editorial assistant possible on no money whatsoever and were grateful. And they've stayed on writing about metal, or cheese, or savings, ever since — because that's all they know. I myself started on the catchily titled Personal Investment Periodical. I learned how to copy out a press release and nod at press conferences and ask questions that sounded as though I knew what I was talking about. After a year and a half — believe it or not — I was head-hunted to Successful Saving.
Of course, I still know nothing about finance. People at the bus stop know more about finance than me. Schoolchildren know more than me. I've been doing this job for three years now, and I'm still expecting someone to catch me out. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Amazon.com Review
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
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- Publisher : Delta (March 4, 2003)
- Publication date : March 4, 2003
- Language : English
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- #169 in Women's Humorous Fiction
- #1,647 in Women's Friendship Fiction
- #2,914 in Women's Domestic Life Fiction
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About the author
Sophie Kinsella is a writer and former financial journalist. She is the number one bestselling author of Can You Keep a Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, Twenties Girl, I’ve Got Your Number, Wedding Night, My Not So Perfect Life, Surprise Me, the hugely popular Shopaholic novels and the Young Adult novel Finding Audrey. She lives in the UK with her husband and family. She is also the author of the children's series Mummy Fairy and Me / Fairy Mom and Me, and several bestselling novels under the name of Madeleine Wickham. Visit her website at www.sophiekinsella.co.uk.
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Rebecca Bloomwood is 25, a writer for a magazine called Successful Savings, lives in a fab flat in a ritzy neighborhood, has all the latest clothes and fantastic, loveable rich friends - what more can a girl ask for right? Well, this would all be merry if it weren't for the fact that she is in debt trying to live a life that she just can't afford. Her troubles begin when she starts getting harassed by her loan creditors for repayment. Everyday more and more letters arrive requesting repayment and she is just too much of a shopoholic to stop all her frivolous spending.
Mostly the book deals with Rebecca trying to control her spending habits, but really only getting deeper and deeper in the hole. She is bored to death with her job and feels that no one in her industry respects her. She's a bit naive at times and the way she thought through her difficulties was rather irrational and unrealistic, I thought. But her scenarios and situations where just so fun to read about that none of that bothered me. I was literally sitting there laughing out loud at times. When she thinks she's going to win the lottery or she has to come up with the excuse of her "fake" aunt's death - were totally hilarious. And the letters from her creditors with all the excuses of why she can't make payments (i.e.: a broken leg, her dog died, glandular fever) - were roll on the floor funny.
So, if you're in the mood for something fun and light - this is a great choice. Total fluff but just what I needed at this point.
This is a fairly older book now and I’m just now getting to it. I’m so far behind! Did I like this? Yes, I love the writing.
Becky Bloomwood lives in an amazing flat in the trendiest neighborhood in London. She has glamorous socialite friends and her wardrobe is to die for. She does have a little trouble though, she isn’t actually able to afford it all, or any of it. She has a job at Successful Saving magazine that bores her to near tears and it doesn’t pay enough for the lifestyle she wants. Now, she is getting letters from the bank with sums she can’t even bare to look at. She makes a feeble attempt to cut back but she fails miserably. Of course, to make herself feel better she just has to buy herself something.
Then, a story comes up that Becky finds she actually cares about and that gives her front page. It starts off a chain of events that will change not only her life but that of those around her as well.
In case you are like me and didn’t read this until way after it was out I won’t tell you too much more about it. I liked the writing but not the character all that much. I mean she isn’t just a fibber she’s an out and out compulsive liar! I guess that’s the charm? I don't know. Things do change on and off as the story goes on but it’s still hard to swallow. Luckily it’s fiction so it’s easy enough to laugh at and move on but if she were a really real person she would be mostly dreadful at the core (as I said though, the character is given a transformation of sorts but is it enough?).
All that said you might as if I would recommend it and honestly I would. I think it will (and technically already has) appeal to so many people out there. It’s good, I just don’t love the character for over half the book.
Becky Bloomwood is a hip English 20-something who has a serious addiction to shopping! She can't help but stop in the shops after work (she writes for a financial magazine called Successful Saving), and then when she sees that gorgeous scarf.. how can she possibly resist? So out comes the Visa! But when that Visa bill comes at the end of the month, Becky can hardly believe she managed to spend THAT much money in such a short period of time. She then has to come up with some creative solutions to her financial woes, or else her credit cards might be turned off!
The antics between Becky and her credit card company and bank manager are hilarious! Sophie Kinsella writes a lot of it in letter form, which is just plain funny.
Becky's relationship with Luke Brandon is the one part of the story I felt could have been better. I like most of the interactions between them - but I did want more. We barely saw Luke during most of the story, I would have preferred a few more interactions between them. I thought the shopping expedition between the two of them was great - especially Becky's reaction when she finds out they're picking out luggage!
Overall, it's a fun, light read. I read the entire book in a matter of a few hours and read the sequel later that night. All the characters are fun and interesting, with unique (yet realistic) personalities. I highly recommend this book, it's a riot!
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At some level we all know the horror of those brown envelopes dropping through the door. The heart stopping pause as you bend to pick them up. If you're unlucky you know the terror of the phone ringing, wondering if it is a collection agency trying to claw back money you don't have but you have spent. Whichever category you fall into there is something about Rebecca Bloomwood's life that speak to a modern existence. Conspicuous consumption, measuring your worth as a person against material goods, it rings all too shockingly true.
Told with a wit and humour that manages to breakthrough the relentlessness of Rebecca's precarious position. Ms Kinsella manages to draw fun out of Rebecca's situation and the romantic element, whilst entirely predictable, is light and enjoyable. The story is well balanced and has enough reality in it to make it relatable to most readers.
I thoroughly enjoyed this glimpse in to a world that I have no knowledge of. City living, is almost as odd to me as country living. Working as a journalist is something I have no clue on - although it sounds as much a drudge as any other job. All I could relate to was trying to balance a budget and failing.
Fun and wittily told, I found myself rooting for Rebecca and wondering just how she was so blind to romance.
Sophie Kinsella's writing style is funny, down-to-earth, light hearted and with characters that are utterly believable. I love Becky Bloomwood - I wouldn't actually want to be her in reality, but her ditzy and slightly crazy way of living life offer me an escapist route into being, even if for just a short while, the kind of person who is the complete opposite to my self.
Becky gets herself into the kind of situations that I could only come up with in a dream (or nightmare) and I both laugh and cringe as she digs herself into a deeper and deeper hole. I wonder if her stalker tactic might work on my bank manager! I love Becky's thought processes and how she can justify almost anything to herself - who else could think it was a good idea to spend a fortune on expensive moisturiser just to get the extra bonus points to buy a present for somebody else? Perhaps it might have been cheaper just to buy the present in the first place and leave the moisturiser alone - but in Becky's world it all makes perfect sense. Just like buying a season ticket to a museum - because she reasons to herself that it will be cheaper than paying each time she visits. What she doesn't factor into the calculation is that she doesn't particularly enjoy visiting museums, in fact, this is her first ever (and probably last) visit.
If you haven't read the shopaholic series it is probably best to start with Confessions of a Shopaholic just to introduce you to Becky's world. Although the other books in the series do follow sequentially it doesn't really matter if you don't read them in the right order. I seem to have ended up reading them back to front but that hasn't been a problem because when I have gone back to earlier ones such as this I find it just added more detail and insight into the characters.
If you enjoy chick lits with a 'proper' story and a genuinely lovable character then I highly recommend the Shopaholic series. If you have only read the first book then this one is every bit as good.
The book is written in a brilliant format, diary style but without the date and time headings that you would expect. As you read the book you really get an idea of what Rebecca is feeling and her thought process. Most of the chapters start with a letter or two that Rebecca has received from her bank manager, credit card company or store cards chasing money in some way or responding her hilarious list of excuses for not paying.
Rebecca is from the outset quite clearly in debt. She spends spends spends like there is no tomorrow and buys things purely for the sake of buying them. She seems incapable of being responsible and taking control of the situation and instead just buries her head in the sand which makes for some brilliant avoidance tactics...for example throwing un-opened debt letters in a random persons skip!!!
The situations that Becky finds herself in are pure comic gold and had me laughing out loud...much to my partners amusement. From introducing herself to the bank manager that she has spent months avoiding by accident, to getting caught looking at her dates cheque book, it all seems totally outlandish and extreme but is hilarious none the less.
I loved how the book was written, you really get an insight into the workings of Beckys thoughts and they are brilliant. Some of them I can completely relate to and others not so much but were a joy to read anyway.
The book obviously focuses on Becky and her shopping habits but there is a love story thrown in for good measure. Not only is Becky a brilliant main character but I grew to love her support team as well. The ever so lovely Suze, Beckys flat mate and best friend, her extremely loving parents who seem to believe excuse after excuse that Becky comes up with and even the ever so handsome Mr Luke Brandon.
I read the book in 2 days (Lucky I had a week off work) as I just could not put it down.
If you are looking for an easy read, something to make you laugh out loud and in all honesty make yourself feel a bit better then go and read the shopaholic series NOW!
As soon as I picked it up, I remembered why I loved Rebecca Bloomwood. She is just so hilarious. I love her inner monologue, that is 99% of the time going off on a tangent and is entirely opposite to what is going on in the real world. I was once again laughing out loud, gasping and falling in love with the characters. There was also a lot of eye-rolling as she does manage to get herself in some unimaginable scenarios and dilemmas.
I did get confused somewhat as I was reading it and getting towards the end as I remembered lots of things happening that didn’t appear to be in the book. However, I once watched the film, and those things happen in that. I was convinced it was the book through, but I was wrong.
I absolutely loved revising this world, and I can’t wait to get stuck into all the other books again.
These books are so unique, other authors have tried to capture something similar in their stories but come up short. Becky Bloomwood is one of a kind as is Sophie Kinsella as these are expertly written!
Rebecca Bloomwood hat ein Problem: Sie hat nicht genug Geld. Aber immerhin hat sie ihre VISA Karte, mit der sie ihrem liebsten Hobby beinahe ohne schlechtes Gewissen frönen kann. Shoppen! Der Duft wenn man in den Laden kommt, das Gefühl etwas gekauft zu haben.. Herrlich. Nur leider flattern immer mehr Briefe mit Zahlungsaufforderungen ins Haus. Diese werden allerdings uuumgehend vernichtet, ignoriert und vergessen, denn was sie nicht bekommen hat, kann sie auch nicht stören.
Um aber trotz akutem Geldmangel nicht aufs Shoppen verzichten zu müssen, lässt Rebeacca nichts ungenutzt. Weder Dates mit Multimillionären, Bilderrahmenmassenproduktion im heimischen Wohnzimmer und Lotto.
Meine Meinung:
Ich hab das Buch auf englisch gelesen, um meine Kenntnisse mal wieder ein bisschen aufzufrischen und um meinen Wortschatz nicht ganz einrosten zu lassen, und ich kann euch versprechen, dass das Buch wirklich sehr einfach zu verstehen ist. Ich hatte nie das Gefühl eine Szene nicht zu verstehen, und trotz der fremden Sprache, ging auch die Komik nicht verloren.
Ich mag eigentlich nicht uuunbedingt so gerne und viele Frauenromanen, schon gar nicht wenn sie lustig sein sollen, aber dieses hier war wirklich supi. Ich musste das eine oder andere mal so richtig schmunzeln (beim Lesen bei mir quasi schon ein Ausbruch an Emotionen :D), hab mich selbst wiedererkannt und war einfach nur hin und weg von dieser durch und durch chaotischen Frau.
Den Film hab ich auch schon gesehen, und muss nun sagen, dass das Buch tatsächlich auch dieses Mal wieder viel besser ist als die Verfilmung. Man steckt eben doch mehr in der Geschichte drinnen, und auch hatte ich beim Lesen nicht diese wunderschöne und perfekte, nur leider etwas planlose Frau á la Isla Fisher vor mir, sondern eine herrlich normale Frau, mit leicht neurotischem Kaufverhalten.