Christmas Shopaholic, Sophia Kinsella
A decade ago, I adored Becky Bloomwood. I loved every single book.
So, needless to say, I was ecstatic to read Christmas Shopaholic. Perhaps I built it up too much in my mind because it wasn’t at all what I’d hoped.
I found Becky to be obnoxious. She trivialized so many important societal and cultural issues. She seems to have not matured at all since Confessions of a Shopaholic. Now, she’s just got more money to blow on 30 pounds of smoke salmon.
Christmas Shopaholic does have some redeeming qualities. Becky is a devoted mother and friend. She puts the needs of others ahead of her own, but often to her own detriment.
I wanted to love this book and I have it the old college try, but it wasn’t for me. Or, maybe, unlike Becky, I’ve matured and outgrown her antics.