Going without shopping

I was at Page One the other day and realised that it's much bigger than I thought it was. But that's not really what I'm writing about today. Well, I was there and there was really quite a lot to look at and when I had to leave, this title caught my eye: My Year Without Shopping. Ha! I thought. Who is so wu liao as to write this kind of book? What about 'My Year Without a Bonus/Promotion/Car/Boyfriend/Chocolate/Watch', etc... Or maybe Bear Hugs and I can team up and write 'Our Week Without Korean Drama'. I mean, is it so easy to come up with a book? Are there hordes of readers out there who are interested in this kind of story?

I suppose it can't be that simple, right? Some publisher must want to publish and market your 'Year/Month/Week/Day Without whatever' story. Anyway, this reviewer doesn't find it too bad. I didn't actually look in the book myself. Just the cover, as is my habit... ha ha...

I'm sure if I had the time to read it (probably never), I would identify with some of it. After all, I'm now on my third year without salary and I can tell you shopping is not the same. Can you imagine, I walk in and out of some clothes shops without even touching the clothes...

Anyway, Shopaholic and Baby has been out for some time and I'd really like to read it. It's already the 5th book in the Shopaholic series and I've only read the first. If only I had the time...

Comments

Anonymous said…

Such books are the rage these days. I just indulged in books of similar nature from the library .. e.g. "The Botox diaries", "How to meet cute boys" and Sophie Kinsella's "Can you keep a secret?" Her Shopaholic books are almost always out on loan. Frustrating... :)
I hope you haven't told anyone who I am. I shouldn't be seen reading such books.

10:19 pm

Anonymous said…

Ha ha... 'The Botox Diaries'? Wow! Maybe we should write 'Our Week Without Korean Drama'. Or how about 'The Bloggers' Diaries'?

Don't worry, everyone here who goes by pseudonyms remains anonymous. Or pseudonymous. I sure can keep secrets!

9:48 pm

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