O.K. before you get the wrong impression. I am not a shopaholic. I don’t spend all my free time in the mall buying clothes I won’t wear and have yet to meet a guy who does (well perhaps except for Martin who is gay and a cross dresser, but I won’t get into that here). Anyway where was I? Oh yes the shopaholic. Well One day a friend of mine (female) said she had this book I should read and handed me a copy of Shopaholic and Baby. Now if you’ve seen the cover of Shopaholic and Baby, or for that matter any of the other books by Sophie Kinsella you know one thing for sure. They are what is commonly known in the business as Chic Lit. For those off you who don’t have a PHD in Literature from Cambridge, let me explain that Chic Lit refers to books written by chicks for chicks whose I.Q. rarely exceeds 47 and whose main aim in life, after praying for world peace, is shopping. So Here I have this Chick Lit book in my hand which I stuff into my executive briefcase before anyone notices and think nothing more about the subject for several weeks. Until one evening I have to go somewhere desperately ( I won’t go into details but you can read about the subject here) and the only book I could find is Shopaholic and Baby, so I indulge. Ten minutes I hear my wife yelling:
“Will you please stop laughing and come out already!” So  I eventually came out, but I didn’t stop laughing till I reached the last page.

Sophia Kinsella is not a Chic Lit author, she’s a humorist,, almost a satirist, and a great one. she writes about  the important things that face a young female and future mother  in this new material world – designer prams at Pram City with an all terrain stroller course where you can try them out are juxtaposed with the option of using recycled diapers (knappies for the English). Googling Kinsella, I found that she  is really named Madelaine Wickham, was born in 1969 and is therefore is no longer the young writer in her late twenties whose picture is displayed at the back of her novels. She actually started her career as a financial journalist in much the way her heroine does in the first Shopaholic novel.

After finishing Shopaholic and Baby I immediately went out and bought three more of her novels. I started out with Confessions of a Shopaholic, now a terrible Hollywood movie I advise you not to see in which the producer tragically moved the action to America, screwed up the humor and made a mediocre and forgettable Chic Flic. Then I went for two non Shopaholic novels.

Twenties Girl is a ghost story in the great English tradition of Topper. There are two twenties girls in the book. Lara, the heroine in her twenties who is finding it impossible to get over her ex-boyfriend, and Sadie, her 105 year old late great aunt, who Lara is haunted by. Sadie appears to Lara as a fun young party girl from the 1920′s who is searching for a lost necklace.
Remember Me is  a story of a fun regular girl in her twenties who suddenly wakes up in hospital as a high power executive,married to a multi-millionaire with great nails and a wardrobe to die for. Her problem is she can’t remember anything that happened in the last three years of her life, including getting married, having an affair, becoming the office bitch  and estranging all her friends.

If you want to have some fun, need to drink heavily to get over all  depressing novels you’ve read in the last year, then indulge yourself in one of Kinsella’s novels. They’re not Chic Lit but if you’re worried about your credibility hide the book behind the covers of War and Peace.

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