So I read The Secret Dreamworld of a Shopaholic. Or if you prefer its shorter title, Confessions of a Shopaholic (Now why need there be two titles and confuse people?). And I have to say, this would be one of the rare occasions when I actually prefer the movie than the book.

Of course, in both versions, there is nothing much laudable in the protagonist's actions. But the movie's saving grace is Isla Fisher's comedic timing. I've watched the movie more than once just to see Isla's reactions and ridiculous dancing.

Becky Bloomwood in the novel does far worse things. For more than half the book, she lies and lies some more to cover up her tales and shopping splurges. And then when the consequences of her irresponsibility come knocking, she goes into denial. I tell you, it is exasperating and sometimes I feel like screaming into the pages, "Stop buying already, will ya!"

Then I stomp around and open my wardrobe and whoomp! I'm greeted by hangers of pants and skirts, and a whole door of belts and scarves. And the verse lights up above my head: And why do you look at the speck in your brother's eye, but do not consider the plank in your own eye? (Matthew 7:3)

So am I mad at Becky Bloomwood because she really is an insanity driven mall-hopper, or because I'm forced to look at my own spending habits?

I admit, I shop too. But I do usually pick the bargains and believe I have more self-control than Becky. =P

Anyhow, I'm going to do a little self-study on this shopping addiction thing. And not buy any new clothes this month, just for a start. You're welcome to keep me accountable. haha...

Hm... just out of curiosity... what is YOUR shopping weakness?