Between working 14 hours almost everyday, traveling and shopping on weekends and simply hanging out with hubby and friends, I found it hard to find time to read my books. And when I was about to, I'd always find something else to do, something more pysical like cleaning my stuff, making a couple of designs for the house, exercising while watching TV, etc. So the stack of books I have by my bedside has been there for several months now. And my OC tendencies lately have been driving me to put them all away in my library along with all my other book collection.
But the thing is, it's the same OC tendency that hinders me from putting them there. Because the moment I have it by my bed side, I HAVE TO finish reading it first before I can put it away. Sounds complicated? Not really, actually. But I am a complicated woman, so.. last wednesday, I started reading Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic and Baby. And oh my God! This morning, I finished it! I just couldn't get rid of the book! I even took breaks from working just to keep reading. The story was that fun to read! Becky Bloomwood, the main character, is just so funny in a British kind of way! I keep picturing Renee Zellweger in my head. And for Luke Brandon (the hubby in the story), I keep picturing this semi-bald guy from LOST. And for Danny Kovitz (the funky designer and Becky's friend), I keep picturing Christian (the winner of this season's Project Runway). I was just captivated by the whole craziness of Becky's life as a pregnant shopaholic wife! Except for the baby and the squillions (Becky's term) of money they have, I feel like I am her! Hahaha! I found myself crying and laughing at certain parts of the book. And when the bitch Venetia Carter (Becky's celebrity obstetrician) would come into the picture, I found myself hyperventilating with anger too. I was that captivated by the story. The entire plot of non-stop shopping would seem shallow for some people, but there are several witty turns there that will surprise you. It came to a point that I did consider having a baby. But MAYBE, just maybe, not in another 3 years. We have to be squillionaires first! Hehehe.