When I was in college, my roommate Siobhan would help me with my budget. The first few years after I graduated she would still update Quicken for me and oversee my finances. I remember one day we were at a store, and I pulled a magazine from the shelf.
“Hey Siobhan, look at this! 50 Great Tips to Save You Money!” She took the magazine from me. “I have tip. Don’t buy this magazine. I just saved you three dollars.”
I know it’s not exactly classic American Literature, but I picked up Confessions of a Shopaholic at an airport, and I couldn’t put it down. I’ve now just finished The Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, and am impatiently waiting for The Shopaholic Ties the Knot to arrive on loan from the library. Why am I so taken with this series? Maybe because the heroine’s name is Becky. And she’s such a plucky gal. Yes, most of her problems are self-created, but she doesn’t let these disasters get her down. She just picks herself up, and starts working to make her situation even the tiniest bit better. And the books are actually very motivating to me, the way watching an episode of Hoarders motivates me to clean and organize my apartment.
It’s pretty much standard chic lit, and certainly not for everyone. But I look forward to my next rainy evening in with a cup of (homemade = free) hot chocolate and further Becky Bloomwood adventures.