Reviewed ♠ Confessions of a Shopaholic (Shopaholic, #1) by Sophie Kinsella

Confessions of a Shopaholic (Shopaholic, #1) 
Meet Rebecca Bloomwood.

She’s a journalist. She spends her working life telling others how to manage their money.
She spends her leisure time … shopping.

Retail therapy is the answer to all her problems. She knows she should stop, but she can’t. She tries Cutting Back, she tries Making More Money. But neither seems to work. The stories she concocts become more and more fantastic as she tries to untangle her increasingly dire financial difficulties. Her only comfort is to buy herself something – just a little something…

Can Becky ever escape from this dream world, find true love, and regain the use of her Switch card?

My Review

I found out about this book while searching for novels taking place in London, but I never expected just how awesomely British it would turn out to be!

There was quite a lot of British slang, which I immensely enjoyed, as I am not particularly used to it (yet), and the humor flawed in abundance in every single page. But not pointlessly, let me tell you.
In fact, some of the situations Rebecca (a name I looove, too) was throwing herself into were down-right hilarious, some really embarrassing, most of them had me sighing in exasperation and there was a point that I actually wanted to cry and also felt really proud of our heroine.

But, first things first. In the beginning of the novel, Rebecca Bloomwood is a spoiled young woman, working for a secondary financial newspaper, and having constantly only one thing in mind. Shopping. In a continuous circle of clothes-shoes-makeup-clothes. Despite her debt. Which is getting worse and worse with every mindless purchase she makes.
The banks and the various companies, whose debit cards have got way over the limit, are trying to contact her and how does she deal with it? Throw away their letters in numerous creative ways and go out for more shopping!

Really, as a person who doesn't like shopping all that much, reading about a character that is practically and utterly addicted to it, was hilarious, and just a little bit irritated by her complete lack of self-control. But, all these intense feelings only served to intensify my interest to see just how far could she go with that kind of behavior.

I found this novel completely addicting and just couldn't help but be completely absorbed by it and turning each page with more anticipation than the last one.
It was the kind of read I needed to enjoy on a quiet rainy afternoon, thinking of London's biggest and fanciest roads and the lives the different people living on them, lead.

I could almost say it was a fluffy read, but I wouldn't do it justice, considering it was so much more.

It was interesting, funny, with a witty and very clever protagonist, and a lot of unexpected courses of events that could inspire even the most hopeless of shopaholics.

Reviewed ♠ Maestra (Maestra #1) by L.S. Hilton

Maestra (Maestra #1)
Goodreads blurb

A shockingly original thriller - the launch title of Zaffre, the new fiction imprint of Bonnier Publishing Fiction

My Review

I have to admit that I had very high expectations when I picked this book.
I was actually ogling it in physical and online bookstores for several months.

However, when I actually got the chance to acquire it, and started reading it, the verdict didn't end up being so positive.
The opposite, in fact.

At first, it was okay, our heroine (whose name I have to think very hard about, in order to remember, after all those different ones she has used) was just a hardworking girl, who had made her life entirely on her own, with no help whatsoever from anyone else. And, (at first, let me emphasise) I actually admired her for it.

But, then, she just became power-money-fashion-sex hungry, interested only in herself, setting up dangerous tricks and even ending up killing people that didn't fill into her plans.

Somewhere around that point I had started being fed up of her whole attitude and her character in general, and the constant extremely detailed descriptions of every single piece of outfit she was wearing.

All in all, I'm disappointed to say, and try hard to avoid any strong verbs or nouns, that this book deeply tired me and almost forced me to drop it and never pick it up again, but I kept going just because I was curious as to how many more people would the heroine get rid of and play around like they were nothing.