At first I hated Becky. I mean, HATED HER. The irresponsibility and her excuses just annoyed the shit out of me. I wanted to grab her face and yell at her, 'STOP BEING SUCH AN IDIOT!'. But it got better. Wasn't my favourite chick-lit in the world. It didn't make me nearly as happy as chick-lit should, and Luke Brandon did not get enough page time. That man definitely deserves more page time. I also did much prefer this over the movie. The movie was almost completely different. The general silliness of Confessions of a Shopaholic was getting a bit out there. But overall it was a good read for my stressed out mind.
