Confessions of a Shopaholic (by Sophie Kinsella)

Yes, okay, I did it. I read it. I bought it at an airport and read it on a plane. And... I ENJOYED IT.

I thought I was going to be annoyed, because I don't generally understand people who love to shop, and I don't really relate to the whole designer lust/labels thing. I thought I would want to take the main character and smack her in the head. Which of course is a little true, because she's obviously delusional, but she's delusional in a Bridget Jones/Adrien Mole kind of way. She's charmingly delusional, and that makes all the difference. You do root for her, or at least I did, and I didn't think I would.

It's perfect fluff, and I do completely intend to read the rest of the series--I wouldn't buy the books, but you know, I would read them in a bookstore or library. It would only take like 45 minutes each.

On a side note, so far, every book I've read this year has been by a woman, and I'm currently reading Patricia Highsmith's The Price of Salt. That's kind of weird, yet cool. Eventually I'll finish Infinite Jest, though, and ruin my streak. Maybe not until December, though.