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REBECCA BLOOMWOOD JUST HIT ROCK BOTTOM. BUT SHE'S NEVER LOOKED BETTER....
BECKY BLOOMWOOD HAS A FABULOUS FLAT IN LONDON'S TRENDIEST NEIGHBORHOOD, A TROUPE OF GLAMOROUS SOCIALITE FRIENDS, AND A CLOSET BRIMMING WITH THE SEASON'S MUST-HAVES. THE ONLY TROUBLE IS THAT SHE CAN'T ACTUALLY AFFORD IT ? NOT ANY OF IT.
HER JOB WRITING AT SUCCESSFUL SAVINGS NOT ONLY BORES HER TO TEARS, IT DOESN'T PAY MUCH AT ALL. AND LATELY BECKY'S BEEN CHASED BY DISMAL LETTERS FROM VISA AND THE ENDWICH BANK ? LETTERS WITH LARGE RED SUMS SHE CAN'T BEAR TO READ ? AND THEY'RE GETTING EVER HARDER TO IGNORE.
SHE TRIES CUTTING BACK; SHE EVEN TRIES MAKING MORE MONEY. BUT NONE OF HER EFFORTS SUCCEEDS. BECKY'S ONLY CONSOLATION IS TO BUY HERSELF SOMETHING ... JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING....
FINALLY A STORY ARISES THAT BECKY ACTUALLY CARES ABOUT, AND HER FRONT-PAGE ARTICLE CATALYZES A CHAIN OF EVENTS THAT WILL TRANSFORM HER LIFE ? AND THE LIVES OF THOSE AROUND HER ? FOREVER.
SOPHIE KINSELLA HAS BRILLIANTLY TAPPED INTO OUR COLLECTIVE CONSUMER CONSCIENCE TO DELIVER A NOVEL OF OUR TIMES ? AND A HEROINE WHO GROWS STRONGER EVERY TIME SHE WEAKENS. BECKY BLOOMWOOD'S HILARIOUS SCHEMES TO PAY BACK HER DEBTS ARE AS ENDEARING AS THEY ARE DESPERATE. HER "CONFESSIONS" ARE THE PERFECT PICK-ME-UP WHEN LIFE IS HANGING IN THE (BANK) BALANCE.
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OK. DON'T PANIC. Don't panic. It's only a VISA bill. It's a piece of paper; a few numbers. I mean, just how scary can a few numbers be?
I stare out of the office window at a bus driving down Oxford Street, willing myself to open the white envelope sitting on my cluttered desk. it's only a piece of paper, I tell myself for the thousnadth time. And I'm not stupid, am I? I know exactly how much this VISA bill will be.
Sort of .Roughly
It'll be about... 200. Three hundred, maybe. Yes, maybe 300. Three-fifty, max.
I casually close my eyes and start to tot up. There was that suit in Jigsaw. And there was dinner with Suze at Quaglinos. And there was that gorgeous red and yellow rug. The rug was 200., come to think of it. But it was definitely worth every penny-everyone's admired it. Or, at least, Suze has.
And the Jigsaw suit was on sale-30 percent off. So that was actually saving money.
I open my eyes and reach for the bill. As my fingers hit the paper i remember new contact lenses. ninety-five pounds. Quite a lot. But, I mean, i had to get those, didn't I? What am I supposed to do, walk around in a blur?
And I had to buy some new solutions and a cute case and some hypoallergenic eyeliner. So that takes it up to ... 400?
... pp.5-6