Shopaholic & Sister: A Novel

Shopaholic & Sister: A Novel

Sophie Kinsella

Language: English

Pages: 368

ISBN: 0385336829

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

What’s a round-the-world honeymoon if you can’t buy the odd souvenir to ship back home? Like the twenty silk dressing gowns Becky Brandon (née Bloomwood) finds in Hong Kong, or the hand-carved dining table from Sri Lanka, or the, um, huge wooden giraffes from Malawi (that her husband expressly forbade her to buy).
Only now Becky and Luke have returned home to London, where two truckloads of those souvenirs have cluttered up their loft. The bills are outrageous, Luke is furious, and Becky’s feeling rather blue—until her parents deliver some incredible news. She has a long-lost sister! Becky is convinced her sister will be a true soulmate. They’ll go shopping together, drink cappuccinos together, get manicures together. Then Becky meets Jessica and receives the shock of her life. Surely the shopaholic’s own sister can’t hate shopping?
Praise for Sophie Kinsella
“Kinsella’s heroine is blessed with the resilience of ten women, and her damage-limitation brain waves are always good for a giggle.”Glamour (U.K.)
“Kinsella has a genuine gift for comic writing.”The Boston Globe
“Kinsella’s Bloomwood is plucky and funny. . . . You won’t have to shop around to find a more winning protagonist.”People
“Faster than a swiping Visa, more powerful than a two-for-one coupon, able to buy complete wardrobes in a single sprint through the mall—it’s Shopaholic!”—The Washington Post

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although she keeps darting looks of suspicion toward me and Luke. I’ll have to fill her in later on. “I would also like to draw your attention to the huge number of environmental initiatives which the Arcodas Group sponsors,” Luke says smoothly into the microphone. “Leaflets are currently being handed out. And press packs. Enjoy.” Hang on a minute. He’s totally turning this into a positive PR event. He’s hijacked it! “You snake!” I say furiously, putting my hand over the microphone. “You

hardly read it because her one-year-old, Ernie, had covered it with red and blue fingerpaints.) I tear it open and a stiff card falls out. “It’s an invitation!” I exclaim. “To the christening of the twins.” I gaze at the formal, swirly engraving, feeling a slight pang. Wilfrid and Clementine Cleath-Stuart. Suze has had two more babies and I haven’t even seen them. They must be about two months old by now. I wonder what they look like. I wonder how Suze is doing. So much has been going on

you want, you get! Everything’s handed to you on a plate. If you get into trouble your parents bail you out, and if they don’t, Luke does! Your whole life makes me sick.” She gestures with her book. “It’s empty! You’re shallow and materialistic . . . and I’ve never met anyone so obsessed with their own appearance and shopping—” “Talk about obsessed!” I shriek. “Talk about obsessed! You’re obsessed with saving money! I’ve never met anyone so bloody miserly! You’ve got thirty grand in the bank and

She’s a miserable, tightwad, sanctimonious cow, and I never want to see her again. Never. The Cindy Blaine Show Cindy Blaine TV Productions 43 Hammersmith Bridge Road London W6 8TH Mrs Rebecca Brandon 37 Maida Vale Mansions Maida Vale London NW6 0YF 22 May 2003 Dear Mrs Brandon: Thank you for your message. We are sorry to hear you will no longer be able to appear on the Cindy Blaine show “I Found a Sister and a Soul Mate.” May we suggest that you appear instead on our

the counter. This is where a lantern-jawed man should notice me and offer me a cocktail, or get grit out of my eye. Instead, a woman in an orange nylon uniform is regarding me as though I’m a moron. “Cumbria?” she says. “Where in Cumbria?” Oh. That’s a point. Does Jess’s village even have a station? Suddenly I have a blinding flash of memory. When I first met Jess, she talked about coming down from— “North Coggenthwaite. A return, please. But I don’t know when I’m coming back.” I smile

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