It was three years ago that I first came across Becky
Bloomwood. There she was- tucked into a small corner at a second hand bookstore.
The picture of her carrying a multitude of bags poked my curiosity. And then I
read the title- The confessions of a
Shopaholic. Of course I have heard that title before-thanks to Disney. There was a book for the movie? That had
been my initial reaction.
When I left the bookshop I had the little book in my hand
along with my usual fill of Sidney Sheldon and Jeffrey Archer. Kinsella seemed
different from my usual taste. And right then, I wanted something different. I
remember that I began reading the book the moment I boarded the bus back home. By
the time I reached home, I had already fallen in love with Becky. I laughed as
I read her internal monologue. Sympathized with her…because I knew her pain- cutting
back was never easy. Prayed for her and Luke to get together. No need to say,
by the time the first book was done, I was desperately in need of more Becky
Bloomwood and thankfully a quick Google search let me knew that there were a
lot more of it out there.
From there it was a frenzy. I had to read it all…I just had
to. No way can one leave Becky’s world halfway through. I finished all the books
available during that one month vacation. The last book had ended with Becky
having a baby. And somehow I thought that was the end.
But then a year later- I was in the same bookshop once
again. And there it was…a slightly bigger book in the same corner I had found
its sister, Minishopaholic. Becky was
back! And this time she was with her daughter. No need to say that I left with
the book clutched tightly in my hands.
And soon I was laughing along with Becky and Minni, planning
the surprise birthday party for Luke. I was back in their world. A world away
from all mundane things…a world which always brought a smile to my face.
