Rebecca "Becky" Bloomwood is a twentysomething financial journalist in London who has this shopping addiction. She lives in a posh London loft with her best friend Suze, who came from a well-to-do family and is just trying to make a name for herself.
Since credit statements continue to pile at her office desk and even at home, she decided to take a part-time job at a local retail store which turned out to be a disaster. In the end, she's left with yet unpaid bills.
At the course of her press events, she often bumps into Luke Brandon, head of Brandon Communications, a PR firm whose clients are mostly associated with Becky's assignment. In some ways, Becky is attracted to Luke though she constantly denies that to Suze.
One day, Luke invited her to accompany him in buying a suitcase. It turned out it was for Luke's girlfriend Sacha. Becky was in complete outrage.
Furthermore, her shopping addiction continued. She even tried to escape by going to her parent's house and pretended that everything's okay.
But one great article she wrote for a newspaper changed her life. Even if it means battling it out on TV with Luke Brandon himself didn't let Becky lose her composure. In the end, Luke gave way and admitted his fault on national TV.
After that stint, Becky was invited by the show to have a regular slot for them to talk about what else but financial matters. And because of this, she was able to settle her bills...for now.
And what happened to Becky and Luke? Happy ending I guess!
Quotable quotes:
In fact, I think, they should list shopping as a cardiovascular activity. My heart never beats as fast as it does when I see a "reduced by 50 percent" sign.
- after having ran like an obstacle course to buy her Denny and George scarf
That moment. That instant when your fingers curl round the handles of a shiny, uncreased bag-and all the gorgeous new things inside it become yours. What's it like? It's like going hungry for days, then cramming your mouth full of warm buttered toast. It's like waking up and realizing it's the weekend. It's like the better moments of sex. Everything else is blocked out of your mind. It's pure, selfish pleasure.
- Becky's feeling after finally having the Denny and George scarf on her hands
Life would be a lot easier if conversations were rewindable and erasable, like videos. Or if you could instruct people to disregard what you just said, like in a courtroom.Please strike from the record all references to starter homes and limed oak kitchens.
- after a conversation with a childhood friend's parents
I feel a bit thrown by all this. I don't have a game plan, I don't have prospects. Maybe I'm hopeless, too. Maybe I should rethink my career. Oh God, this is depressing.
-on finding out her friend and fellow financial journalist, Elly Granger, is to be a fund manager at Wetherby's
For the first time, I'm realizing how Luke Brandon sees me. How they all see me. I'm just the comedy turn, aren't I? I'm the scatty girl who gets things wrong and makes people laugh. The girl who didn't know SBG and Rutland Bank had merged. The girl no one would ever think of taking seriously.
- after spending a day with Luke Brandon looking for the perfect suitcase, and finding out it was for his girlfriend Sacha all along
"Don't go," I hear myself say, and blush furiously. "Don't go yet. We could just . . ." I swallow. "Talk, or something."
I look up and meet his eyes, and something fearful starts to pound within me. Slowly he walks toward me, until he's standing just in front of me. I can just smell the scent of his aftershave and hear the crisp cotton rustle of his shirt as he moves. My whole body's prickling with anticipation. Oh God, I want to touch him. But I daren't. I daren't move anything.
"We could just talk, or something," he echoes, and slowly lifts his hands until they cup my face.
And then he kisses me.
- OMG, the typical SMB (style mo bulok) between two individuals; Sophie and Luke as they went up their hotel room
MMM.
Bliss.
Lying in the most comfortable bed in the world, feeling all dreamy and smiley and happy, letting the morning sunlight play on my closed eyelids. Stretching my arms above my head, then collapsing contentedly onto an enormous mound of pillows. Oh, I feel good. I feel . . . sated. Last night was absolutely . . .
Well, let's just say it was . . .
Oh, come on. You don't need to know that. Anyway, can't you use your imagination? Of course you can.
- after spending a night with Luke Brandon at the Ritz
*****
Yeah, I'm a bit late for this one. I only got hooked to the series lately, and honestly, I have finished the entire titles of the series (woohoo!).
Good thing I don't have a credit card, haha! I would have been the next Becky for I find it hard to fight the urge. Shoes, clothes, bags...OMG, the list could go on and on!
I'm excited for the movie version with Isla Fisher in the title role.
***The photos are from the film which is said to come out Valentine's day next year. (Credits to justjared.com)
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