A Light Summer of Shopping

I started the summer by finishing up The Fountainhead by Ayn Rynd, which I absolutely loved but it's not much of an entertaining beach novel although still very enjoyable. So after the philosphies of Ayn Rynd, I rummaged through my older sister's book shelves for something to read during the long grueling hours I spent working at a horse racing track five days a week. I could usually slip in about two hours of reading as I waited for my regular customers to want their beer and hot dogs. My customers consisted mostly of older men, who would constantly recommend novels to read in between making their bets for the next race. One would probably not believe that these gambling addicts would also be the readers of Harry Potter, but one guy and his father in particular greatly anticipated with me the release of the sixth book in July.
However, before Harry Potter had been released with the recommendations of my sister I began a different series, known as the Shopaholic series. Now, with the start of the first novel The Confessions of A Shopaholic, I completely hated the character of Becky Bloomwood, and was very disappointed in my sister. How could she possibly find these books entertaining? Becky was a shopaholic and quite annoying. Thousands of pounds in debt, and she would still shop. I really just wanted her to stop. Well by the end of this first book, although at times grueling to get through, I began, too, to like Becky. I therefore moved onto the second book, Shopaholic Takes Manhattan, which takes Becky out of London and puts her in New York City. Then, skipping the third book in the series, I moved onto Shopaholic and Sister, not very stimulating but always entertaining. I took on a load of lighter books this summer that really contained no aesthetic value, yet the series did provide me with a good deal of English humor as I served beer and food for six hours a day.