Kind of like childbirth and chuckles, which isn't decadent, but rather soothing. Now that I'm in the last leg of my pregnancy (30 weeks!), I felt the urge to reread Sophie Kinsella's Shopaholic and Baby. As the big day draws near, I knew that reliving Becky's hijinks would be especially entertaining and comforting. And it was. What I didn't expect was for it to make me cry. (Then again, these days, there isn't much that doesn't switch on the waterworks.) Because along with all the fiascos and fun is the heart that beats so beautifully in each of Kinsella's books. As Becky persevered through her struggles, I knew that I could conquer mine too, and that in the end it will all be worth it because my baby girl is meant to be.
It's no wonder that this book was the first thing I slipped into my go bag.
Immediately followed, of course, by a brand-new tube of Cherries in the Snow lipstick.

