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adorará Adira ao LibraryThing para descobrir se gostará deste livro. A fun, quick girlie read perfect for a pyjamas-and-pizza kind of day. It was quite amusing, it was ditzy, ridiculous, romantic, and completely fluffy. I didn't like it anywhere near as much as 'The Undomestic Goddess' (my favourite Kinsella so far) but perhaps that's because I'm definitely not the stereotypical clothes-and-makeup girlie shopper. I thought the fixing of all Becky's money problems was a little TOO convenient, even allowing for the chick lit thing, and I'd have liked a little more romance and a little less bimbo... but ultimately it is a well written little novel and I found myself carried along quite nicely in spite of my lack of shopping expertise! ( )Dumb girl who can't grow up enough to manage her life. From my blog: http://weelittleactress.blogspot.com "I love new clothes. If everyone could just wear new clothes everyday, I reckon depression wouldn’t exist anymore." - Sophie Kinsella, Confessions of a Shopaholic Recommended Tea: The Republic of Tea's Get Smart A genre exists in the book world that causes universal division. It is both loved and hated, praised and put down, and that genre has been dubbed "Chick Lit." Now, I am usually not one for "Chick Lit" books (did you miss that post on Twilight?). I picked up White Oleander (which I have heard is the queen of chick lit books) and at first I thought "This writing is beautiful!" After what felt like billions of pages later, I felt like I needed to see a shrink and quickly. In the bookstore where I work, most people ask for chick lit books than anything else. "Do you have the new Phillipa Gregory book?" "Where is Twilight?" "Where are your Nicholas Sparks books?" Usually we roll our eyes in the inside, and smile on the outside. One morning on one of my days off, I was youtube surfing and found that the whole movie Confessions of a Shopaholic had been uploaded (and it will probably be pulled right about... now). So I grabbed myself a cup of coffee, some snacks, and sat down to enjoy the free new release. It was cute! I can get behind cute. I also think that Isla Fisher is a brilliant comedic actress. I liked the movie so much, in fact, that it made me roll on over to the bookstore and pick up a copy. Guess what? The book is absolutely nothing like the movie - it's about a billion times better. I've read other reviews that have called the book shallow and its heroine vapid, but this only leads me to believe that they have never experienced (dun dun duuuun) Shopaholism. What I was an itty bitty girl, my family started going through some very serious stuff. If we had a particularly rough day, my mother and I could usually find a solution - shopping. We'd head on over to the local mall, pick up an Auntie Anne's pretzel, and go to work. Jewelry, posters, shoes, clothes - the sky was the limit. It was absolute bliss. You truly felt like that shiny new shoe, that unrolled Hanson poster wrapped in plastic, that new pair of American Eagle boot cut jeans would make your whole world turn upside down, make all of your problems vanish, and create a new, shiny life for you. Unfortunately, like alcoholism, the high only lasts for so long. You get your shiny new thing home, put it in the closet or on the wall, and then... boom. The shopping hangover. But what's the best cure for a hangover? "A hair from the dog that bit you." SO, the next day, it's off to the mall again. This problem snowballed as I grew older. When I got to college, not only was it clothes and posters, it was food, coffee, and most of all - BOOKS. There was always some reason that I NEEDED to buy these things. I need coffee so that I can study. I need good food so that I will be alert. I need new clothes so that I will look put together and smart. I need this book so that my grades will improve. Every month when my credit card statement arrived was a battle. Me, looking at the huge total that seemed completely unreal, and then going into defense mode. "I HAD to buy this! I HAD to spend that money! I needed it! I had no choice!" Fast forward a few years to now. After graduating from college, becoming financially independent, and marrying the love of my life who was also a college graduate planning to save up for grad school, I knew that some financial changes would be in my future. I also knew that the man I was about to marry was super practical and super thrifty (not to mention super dreamy). BUT, that didn't stop me. "Honey, I NEEDED this! I had no choice! I need new clothes for work! I need to be able to eat lunch!" Blah Blah Blah! Being a shopaholic doesn't just hurt your wallet. It can also hurt your relationships. My dreamy husband made sacrifice after sacrifice to support my addiction. Several tears and very long credit card statements later, after trying desperately to justify, defend, and most of all hide my habit, I realized that something needed to change. This happened... oh... say... last week? This is what I loved the most about Confessions of a Shopaholic and why, unlike Twilight, I think there is some real value here. Becky Bloomwood is a human being. We are allowed to live inside her head and meld our minds with hers (for me it wasn't that hard). But, despite her shopping weakness, she is a funny, talented, smart, resourceful, independent, confident woman. And what does she inevitably do? She uses her strengths, her convictions, and her MIND to solve her problems. She has support from her friends and her family, but really it is Becky Bloomwood alone who picks herself up off the ground, realizes that she has to stop making excuses and confronts her problems. She doesn't need anyone else to do it for her. And she does just that! She is able to pick herself up, dust herself off, and recover. She grows. She flourishes. She creates a new life, a new mind, for herself. She has weaknesses AND strengths, and we are able to see both in a completely honest, real way. I love Becky Bloomwood. I can relate to her. And if she can do it, well dammit, so can I. I loved this book & can't wait to read the others in the series! Full of humor! If you like to shop at all you'll love this book! :) I find the humor to be similar to Bridgette Jones..I found myself laughing out loud alot! Confessions of a Shopaholic by Sophie Kinsella lends a comedic voice to an all-to-real problem plaguing many today. It’s a story told by the main character, Rebecca Bloomwood, as she struggles to gain control of her shopping addiction. From the private thoughts and justifications, like the item’s on sale so buying two saves more, to the terror when seeing the credit card bills in the mail. At times I heard a few of my own thought processes echoed in Bex, lol. Miss Bloomwood tries to get her spending under control, even going so far as to work through a self help book… unfortunately, though, she ends up spending a lot more money than she did without the book, as well as stinking up the apartment with the smell of defeat and bad curry. Her father offers the advice that she has two choices: Cut back or make more money. Obviously cutting back was a bust, so she tries the MMM approach. Her short-lived career in retail ends in disaster when she learns the hard way that hiding clothing from the customer will get you fired. She also finds that she is NOT the craftiest person and the “make money at home” thing isn’t for her. Nor can she force herself to fall in love with a millionaire, no matter how much her friend might want it. It would seem that she is destined to retreat to her parents and regress from adulthood, and even there she can’t escape her incompetence. Can this shopaholic make it? For the most part, I enjoyed this book. It was funny and truthful. The scene in the store with the customer wanting the pair of pants Becky had been planning to buy after her first day of work had me rolling. And the romantic tension between Luke and her is quite delicious. I did, however, find her mildly annoying after awhile. Honestly, there were points toward the end where I was yelling at the book, “For goodness sake! Just tell the truth!” For shopping is not Rebecca Bloomwood’s only vice, lying seems to be her native tongue. Sometimes, she even lies for no apparent reason. All in all Confessions of a Shopaholic is a bit of fluff that can be a quick escape from the more serious books. 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Amazon.com (ISBN 0440241413, Mass Market Paperback)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 (retirado da Amazon Fri, 24 Apr 2009 07:58:09 -0400) A primeira ronda de testes foi já encerrada. Visite o grupo Open Shelves Classification para mais informação. |
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