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.
