And I give them a second chance.
And they suck even worse.
I've decided to give eulogies to the things I once loved that have been wrenched from my life because of shitty writing or execution. Here are their sad tales.
I am a fan of lightweight reading. I really am. I think it's because I tend to dwell on misery in my own life, so I seek a way out, a place of joy or at least entertainment, when I'm reading. [My ego forces me to add that this doesn't mean I'm stupid or illiterate or incapable of reading something weighty or serious. I will critique the shit out of whatever you put in front of me. Feminist literary theory? A Marxist interpretation? BRING IT.]
Anyway, now that we've established that I'm smart and very self-conscious of being thought otherwise, I want to talk about one of my old standbys in lightweight reading:
Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic series.
Well, at least the first book.
|I didn't use the Isla Fisher cover, even though I like her, because I didn't see the movie. And this is the cover I have.|
|This one was o.k. Readable. Barely.|
Honest to god, here is the plot of everyone of her books:
Becky spends and spends and spends.
Friends/parents/husband admonish her.
She pretends to stop.
She spends and spends and spends.
She is found out.
Everything works out in the end.
I would have loved it if she ended up in rehab or an SA meeting [Shopaholics Anonymous? Does that exist?]. Or if she got a huge comeuppance. Or even if she just said, "Screw you guys, I'm married to a super-rich guy now, I'M SHOPPING." That, I could respect.
Instead, it seems like Becky is one of those helpless, vapid, scatterbrained bimbos who, despite enough reinforcement that would have a RAT cutting up her credit cards and buying only with cash, cannot see that A [Problems with money] follows B [Spending too much money] EVERY SINGLE TIME.
|Becky can never get to the star. Never. No matter how much cheese she follows.|
[Twenties Girl was o.k. Ish. I listened to it during my trip to work and managed to get through the whole thing.]
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