Shopaholic To The Stars: A Novel

Hardcover | October 21, 2014

bySophie Kinsella

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Sophie Kinsella returns to her beloved Shopaholic series with Becky Brandon (née Bloomwood) newly arrived in Hollywood and starry-eyed. She and her two-year-old daughter, Minnie, have relocated to L.A. to join Becky’s husband, Luke, who is there to handle PR for famous actress Sage Seymour. Becky can’t wait to start living the A-list lifestyle, complete with celebrity sightings, yoga retreats, and shopping trips to Rodeo Drive. But she really hopes to become a personal stylist—Sage’s personal stylist—if only Luke would set up an introduction. Then, unexpectedly, Becky is offered the chance to dress Sage’s archrival, and though things become a bit more complicated, it’s a dream come true!
Red carpet premieres, velvet ropes, paparazzi clamoring for attention—suddenly Becky has everything she’s ever wanted.
Or does she?

Praise for Shopaholic to the Stars
“A witty novel with the twists of a soap and the laughs of a rom-com.”InTouch
“Shopaholic Becky is funnier than ever as she tries to make it in Hollywood as a celeb stylist.”People
“Our beloved heroine Becky hilariously juggles motherhood and a new career. . . . Sophie Kinsella is such a genius.”Redbook
“It’s impossible not to fall in love with Becky and her antics, and this latest offering doesn’t disappoint. With appeal for fans of Kinsella’s prior Shopaholic books, this one will draw in new fans as well. Like the first six in the series, [Shopaholic to the Stars] is screamingly funny and lots of fun.”Publishers Weekly (starred review)
“Take the caustic wit of Gillian Flynn and the comedy of manners of Edith Wharton, add a British accent—that’s Sophie Kinsella.”The Globe and Mail

“Fans of the series who love Becky just as she is (and has always been) will enjoy this seventh series entry. . . . Kinsella expertly plots this story and deftly drops in some unexpected twists.”Library Journal
“Becky is a truly engaging narrator. She may be self-centered, a shopping addict and a bit flighty, but she’s also good-natured and genuinely funny. It’s a joy to accompany her on her journey, no matter how tangled it seems at times. A light, enjoyable read that’s pure escapism.”Kirkus Reviews
“Winsome Becky’s romp through Hollywood will thoroughly entertain readers, and the novel’s conclusion neatly paves the way for Becky’s next adventure.”Booklist
“Loyal fans who have enjoyed Kinsella’s flakey protagonist in previous stories will enjoy this outing.”—Fredericksburg Free Lance–Star
“Kinsella fans will be ecstatic for this long-awaited addition to the author’s Shopaholic series. Lighthearted, warm, funny—Kinsella rules the red carpet with Becky’s new Hollywood adventures. A little unsolved mystery at the end may cause the paparazzi to swarm Becky’s home and leave readers wanting more.”RT Book Reviews

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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLERSophie Kinsella returns to her beloved Shopaholic series with Becky Brandon (née Bloomwood) newly arrived in Hollywood and starry-eyed. She and her two-year-old daughter, Minnie, have relocated to L.A. to join Becky’s husband, Luke, who is there to handle PR for famous actress Sage Seymour. Becky can’t wait to start living the A-list lifestyle, complete with celebrity sigh...

Sophie Kinsella is the author of the bestselling Shopaholic series, as well as the novels Can You Keep A Secret?, The Undomestic Goddess, Remember Me?, Twenties Girl, I’ve Got Your Number, and Wedding Night. She lives in England.

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Format:HardcoverDimensions:496 pages, 8.55 × 5.74 × 1.53 inPublished:October 21, 2014Publisher:Random House Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 3 out of 5 by from So-So on the Funny Side This book was not as funny as the previous novels in the series. The big disappointment is that Mini was hardly involved in the book at all. Just moments of going to bed and being present. The book mainly focused on Becky running around chasing people and her ideals. The story does make a build up to the next novel in the series which hope will be more entertaining and intriguing,
Date published: 2016-01-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great Read!!! I really loved this book!! It was an easy read and a great way to get my mind off my busy school life. The book was hilarious and you grow to love the characters over the course of the book. When I was finished reading, I found myself missing the characters. Can't wait to read about them again in Shopaholic to the Rescue :)
Date published: 2015-08-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from great I LOVE the shopaholic series. This was a great edition to the series. However, I missed the shipping part of the story. In this book, it focused on the problems surrounding Becky's life (and I'm not talking about credit!) The story was juicy enough but I really missed the rampage shopping (it's something that everyone could relate to!!!) All in all, having Becky in L.A. was very entertaining and stylish!!! I'm looking forward to the concluding book!!
Date published: 2015-05-12
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Missing somthing Felt like i needed to read all the books to understand the story line , the ending was disapointing realy needed to know what happened, needed another chapter.
Date published: 2015-05-08
Rated 2 out of 5 by from Becky goes coo coo While I enjoyed the rest of the Shopaholic series (though admittedly less and less as Rebecca Blomwood's story progressed), perhaps Rebecca became a little too self absorbed with herself in an exaggerated way. The story line is quite disappointing and not as hilarious as it used to be. I will not be holding my breath for the next book.
Date published: 2015-04-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Awesome book Couldn't put it down. This one was def more serious then her others but love it just the same ......
Date published: 2015-03-31
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Sh0paholic to the stars The story went 0n and on and it was actually very boring. It took for ever to read it. I remember reading her first shopaholic book and i could not stop reading it because it was so good and funny.
Date published: 2015-03-26
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Juvenile Loved her first book, thought it was quirky. Reading this one I felt my IQ getting lower. It is a terrible juvenile attempt and I honestly could not stomach reading more than a couple of chapters. This book would be better suited to tweens.
Date published: 2015-02-13
Rated 1 out of 5 by from Shopaholic to the stars Lousy book. Poor story line. Big disappointment from author's other novels. Terrble ending. Waste...
Date published: 2015-01-06
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Let down I know what to expect when it comes to Becky Bloomwood but I feel she lost her charm in this novel..
Date published: 2014-12-30
Rated 3 out of 5 by from To Be Continued.... Love the writing style, stereotypes, and Minnie's involvement in the latest installment. Easy to read, but was EXTREMELY disappointed with the "to be continued" ending. I enjoy these light reads for their simple resolution. I felt it was a long (lord of the rings type) chase for no ending.
Date published: 2014-12-29
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Helpful review...i hope I adore the shopaholic series...sophie is my go to author when i dont want to read about blood and murder....she is always good for a laugh that keeps a smilebon your face all day
Date published: 2014-12-17
Rated 5 out of 5 by from loved it! I still can't believe it happened but we are finally back into Becky's world! Mini shopaholic came out in 2010, four years lair, we finally get a sequel that also ends in a cliff hanger so i'm crossing my fingers for an 8th book! The Shopaholic series isn't my favorite by Sophie Kinsella.. and I pretty much read all the books under this name. However, getting back into Becky's world (I reread mini shopaholic before picking this up) has reminded me of the reason why I tolerate Becky and dare I say, love her through all the craziness that she gets herself into. These first two paragraphs will be non spoiler but before I get to the spoilers, I will add a disclaimer. I love Kinsella's writing. I love how witty and funny and endearing all the characters are. If it was any writer with these characters, I personally would have been so frustrated and quit the series ages ago. Becky's shallowness gets to me sometimes I have to admit, but I soon forget about it and enjoy the where the storyline is going and how crazy things are. Honestly, I think Becky is a genius. No one is able to get themselves out of situations the way she does… and she uses the wackiest way but lo and behold, she doesn't just get out of the situation, she ends up getting something out of it. I feel if Becky put her mind to get and do anything, she'll get it and do it for sure. I get why Kinsella doesn't want her to grow out of it and finally realize she's not a kid anymore and she should act more like an adult. I don't think the book would be any fun without her crazy antiques! Slight spoilers begin now: As for all the other side characters, it is no secret that I love Luke too much. I honestly don't know how he finds everything Becky does so endearing and lovable. He really is the perfect husband in my eyes. I love how serious he is but at the same time he is so loving to Minnie as well as Becky. His fatherly side is really something to admire. However in this book, I liked how he finally put Becky into perspective for every outrageous thing she's done. I think she went too far during some parts in this book and I like that there were people, including Suze (her best friend), who gave her a reality check. I also really like Becky's parents as well as all her circle of friends and family. They all are a laugh. This book is 480 pages. However I breezed through it. It really reminded me that I need to read more chick lits because they are such pleasant and happy reads (well, most of them) and sometimes you need something addicting and fun. Becky and Kinsella really deliver in that department (get it? department? Becky's addiction to shopping? haha). I can't wait for a sequel (praying there will be one) because the way it ended makes you want to pick up the next book. Also, Sophie Kinsella is publishing her first young adult novel and that has me unbelievably excited! we don't have many british chick lit writers that make the jump to YA and I am intrigued to see how her humorous writing will translate to a YA book. If you haven't started the Shopaholic series, I urge you to do just that. This is the perfect series to start if you are new to the chick lit world.
Date published: 2014-12-01
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Gosh I missed Becky A fun story as always. Cliffhanger ending! Arg!!
Date published: 2014-11-16
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Love this edition to the series Our favourite shopaholic Becky is back once again! Her lovely hubby Luke is taking a chance at working with actors in his new PR office. But that means taking the family from London to Hollywood, California. Becky jumps at the chance and brings her adorable daughter Minnie along. She soon finds out that it's just as hard to keep a job in America, so she sets her sights on being a stylist for Luke's celebrity client. Following her dreams is no easy task, and we all know that Becky will stop at nothing to get what she wants, even if it means going against her husband's client who has a celebrity frenemy at her heels. Told in the same witty banter as all the shopaholic books, Becky is back and better than ever. I just love this series. If there's one series that I know that I will automatically love, it's this one. Becky gets into so many problems and tries to get herself out with such grace and poise that I pretty much devoured this book in two sittings. It's a rather extensive and larger than the other books, but you have no problem gobbling up its pages. I loved that there was a bit of mystery of why her father was after his old friend. And considering that cliffhanger ending, there's going to be more books. Becky is rather selfish in this one I might have to warn you. She undermines her family, her friends and even Luke to get what she wants. But I think that's the allure that Hollywood has, and even though Becky has that big heart, she still gets sucked up in it and finds herself to be all alone. I guess that's the lesson that comes with wanting fame. Lovely characters (obviously), with as many hilarious situations are found throughout the entire book. Pick this one up for its humour, and smile that Becky is back with her shopaholic mind-set still in its place.
Date published: 2014-10-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from A good read Shopaholic to the stars is a good read, you never quite know whats around the corner. I love this series but this one was sadder. A lot sadder. I dont know if Sophie is in a low place right now or if she's conserving her energies for a big finally, but this one didn't have the same life as the others. It was still a great read though, but don't expect to be giggling throughout.
Date published: 2014-10-24

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Shopaholic to the StarsCunningham’sRosewood Center t  3rd St. t os Angeles, CA 90048Dear Mrs. Brandon, Thank you for your letter. I’m glad you enjoyed your recent visit to our store. Unfortunately, I cannot comment on whether the woman shopping at the MAC counter on Tuesday was “Uma Thurman wearing a long dark wig.” I therefore cannot tell you “exactly which lipstick she bought” or “whether she’s just as lovely in real life” or pass on your note “because she must want a friend to hang out with and I think we’d really get on.” I wish you all the best for your forthcoming move to Los Angeles. However, in answer to your other query, we do not offer introductory discounts for new residents of L.A. to “make them feel welcome.” Thank you for your interest. Mary Eglantine Customer Service Department Inner Sanctum Lifestyle Spa 6540 Holloway Dr. • West Hollywood, CA 90069 Dear Mrs. Brandon, Thank you for your letter—-I’m glad you enjoyed your recent visit to our spa. Unfortunately, I cannot comment on whether the woman in the front row in your yoga class was Gwyneth Paltrow. I’m sorry that it was hard to tell because “she was always upside down.” I therefore cannot pass on your query as to how she achieves “such a perfect headstand” or whether she has “special weights in her T-shirt,” nor can I pass on your invitation to an organic tea with kale cakes. I’m glad you enjoyed our gift--and--lifestyle shop. In answer to your further question, should I meet your husband in the street, rest assured I will not tell him about your “tiny splurge on organic underwear.” Thank you for your interest. Kyle Heiling Achievement Manager (Eastern Arts) Beauty on the Boulevard 9500 Beverly Blvd. Beverly Hills, CA 90210 Dear Mrs. Brandon, Thank you for your letter. Unfortunately, I cannot confirm whether the woman browsing at the La Mer stand was “Julie Andrews in dark glasses and a head scarf.” I therefore cannot pass on your comments “How hot was Captain von Trapp in real life?” or “I’m sorry I sang ‘The Lonely Goatherd’ at you; I was just very excited.” Nor can I pass on your invitation to “come round for a fun sing--along with apple strudel.” In answer to your further inquiry, we do not throw “Welcome to L.A.” parties or offer free gifts to new arrivals, not even teeth--whitening kits to “help them fit in.” However, I wish you every success with your imminent move to L.A. Thank you for your interest. Sally E. SanSanto Customer Service ConsultantOneOK. Don’t panic. Don’t panic. I’ll escape from this. Of course I will. It’s not like I’ll be trapped here in this hideous confined space, with no hope of release, forever . . . is it? As calmly as possible, I assess the situation. My ribs are squashed so that I can hardly breathe, and my left arm is pinned behind me. Whoever constructed this “restraining fabric” knew what they were doing. My right arm is also pinned, at an awkward angle. If I try to reach my hands forward, the “restraining fabric” bites into my wrists. I’m stuck. I’m powerless. My face is reflected, ashen, in the mirror. My eyes are wide and desperate. My arms are crisscrossed with black shiny bands. Is one of them supposed to be a shoulder strap? Does that webbing stuff go round the waist? Oh God. I should never ever have tried on the size 4. “How are you doing in there?” It’s Mindy, the sales assistant, calling from outside the cubicle curtain, and I start in alarm. Mindy is tall and rangy, with muscled thighs that start three inches apart. She looks like she probably runs up a mountain every day and doesn’t even know what a KitKat is. She’s asked three times how I’m doing, and each time I’ve just called out shrilly, “Great, thanks!” But I’m getting desperate. I’ve been struggling with this “Athletic Shaping All--in--One” for ten minutes. I can’t keep putting her off forever. “Amazing fabric, right?” says Mindy enthusiastically. “It has three times the restraining power of normal spandex. You totally lose a size, right?” Maybe I have, but I’ve also lost half my lung capacity. “Are you doing OK with the straps?” comes Mindy’s voice. “You want me to come in the fitting room and help you adjust them?” Come in the fitting room? There’s no way I’m letting a tall, tanned, sporty Angeleno come in here and see my cellulite. “No, it’s fine, thanks!” I squawk. “You need some help getting it off?” she tries again. “Some of our customers find it tricky the first time.” I have a hideous vision of me gripping the counter and Mindy trying to haul the All--in--One off me while we both pant and sweat with the effort and Mindy secretly thinks, I knew all British girls were heifers. No way. Not in a million years. There’s only one solution left. I’ll have to buy it. Whatever it costs. I give an almighty wrench and manage to snap two of the straps up onto my shoulders. That’s better. I look like a chicken trussed up in black Lycra, but at least I can move my arms. As soon as I get back to the hotel room, I’ll cut the whole thing off myself with a pair of nail scissors and dispose of the remains in a public bin so Luke doesn’t find them and say What’s this? or You mean you bought it even though you knew it didn’t fit? or something else really annoying. Luke is my husband, and he’s the reason I’m standing in a sports--apparel shop in L.A. We’re moving out to Los Angeles as soon as possible because of his work, and we’re here on an urgent house--hunting trip. That’s our focus this week: Real estate. Houses. Gardens. Rental agreements. Very much so. I’ve only popped to Rodeo Drive very, very quickly between house appointments. Well, OK. The truth is, I canceled a house appointment to come to Rodeo Drive. But I had to. I have a genuine reason for needing to buy some emergency running clothes, which is that I’m running in a race tomorrow afternoon. A real race! Me! I reach for my clothes, grab my bag, and walk stiffly out of the cubicle to see Mindy hovering nearby. “Wow!” Her voice is bright but her eyes are shocked. “You look . . .” She coughs. “Awesome. It’s not too . . . tight?” “No, it’s perfect,” I say, attempting a carefree smile. “I’ll take it.” “Great!” She can barely hide her astonishment. “So, if you want to take it off, I’ll scan it for you. . . .” “Actually, I’ll wear it.” I try to sound casual. “Might as well. Can you put my clothes in a bag?” “Right,” says Mindy. There’s quite a long pause. “You’re sure you don’t want to try the size six?” “No! Size four is perfect! Really comfy!” “OK,” says Mindy after a silence. “Of course. That’ll be eighty--three dollars.” She scans the bar code on the tag hanging from my neck, and I reach for my credit card. “So, you’re into athletics?” “Actually, I’m running in the Ten Miler tomorrow.” “No way!” She looks up, impressed, and I try to appear nonchalant and modest. The Ten Miler isn’t just any old running race. It’s the race. It’s held every year in L.A., and loads of high--profile celebrities run it, and they even cover it on E! And I’m in it! “How did you get a place?” Mindy says enviously. “I’ve applied for that race, like, every year.” “Well.” I pause for effect. “I’m on Sage Seymour’s team.” “Wow.” Her jaw drops, and I feel a spurt of glee. It’s true! I, Becky Brandon (née Bloomwood), am running on the team of a top movie star! We’ll do calf stretches together! We’ll wear matching baseball caps! We’ll be in Us Weekly! “You’re British, right?” Mindy interrupts my thoughts. “Yes, but I’m moving to L.A. soon. I’m out here to look at houses with my husband, Luke. He has a PR company and he works with Sage Seymour,” I can’t help adding proudly. Mindy looks more and more impressed. “So are you and Sage Seymour, like, friends?” I fiddle with my purse, delaying my reply. The truth is, despite all my hopes, Sage Seymour and I aren’t exactly friends. In fact, the real truth is, I still haven’t met her. Which is so unfair. Luke’s been working with her for ages, and I’ve already been out to L.A. once for a job interview and now I’m out here again, finding a house and a preschool for our daughter, Minnie . . . but have I even glimpsed Sage? When Luke said he was going to work with Sage Seymour and we were going to move to Hollywood, I thought we’d be seeing her every day. I thought we’d be hanging out by her pink pool in matching sunglasses and going for mani--pedis together. But even Luke hardly ever seems to see her; he just has meetings with managers and agents and producers all day long. He says he’s learning the movie business and it’s a steep learning curve. Which is fair enough, because previously he’s only advised financial companies and big conglomerates. But does he have to be so resolutely non--starry--eyed? When I got a tiny bit frustrated the other day, he said, “For God’s sake, Becky, we’re not making this huge move just to meet celebrities.” He said “celebrities” like he was saying “earwigs.” He understands nothing. The great thing about Luke and me is that we think alike on nearly everything in life, and that’s why we’re so happily married. But we have just a few teeny points of disagreement. Such as: 1. Catalogs. (They are not “clutter.” They’re useful. You never know when you might need a personalized kitchen blackboard with a dinky little bucket for the chalk. Plus I like reading them at bedtime.) 2. Shoes. (Keeping all my shoes in their original boxes forever is not ridiculous; it’s thrifty. They’ll come back into fashion one day and then Minnie can wear them. And, meanwhile, he should look where he’s stepping.) 3. Elinor, his mother. (Long, long story.) 4. Celebrities. I mean, here we are in L.A. The home of celebrities. They’re the local natural phenomenon. Everyone knows you come to L.A. to see the celebrities, like you go to Sri Lanka to see the elephants. But Luke didn’t gasp when we saw Tom Hanks in the lobby of the Beverly Wilshire. He didn’t blink when Halle Berry was sitting three tables away at The Ivy (I think it was Halle Berry). He didn’t even get excited when we saw Reese Witherspoon across the road. (I’m sure it was Reese Witherspoon. She had exactly the same hair.) And he talks about Sage as if she’s just another client. Like she’s Foreland Investments. He says that this is what she appreciates about him: that he’s not part of the circus. And then he says I’m getting overexcited by all the Hollywood hoopla. Which is totally untrue. I am not overexcited. I’m exactly the right amount excited. Privately, I’m disappointed in Sage too. I mean, OK, we don’t exactly know each other, but we did speak on the phone when she was helping me with a surprise party for Luke. (Although she’s got a new number, and Luke won’t give it to me.) I would have thought she might be in touch, or invite me round to her house for a sleepover, or something. Anyway, never mind. It’ll all come good tomorrow. I don’t want to boast, but it’s totally due to my own quick wits that I’m in this Ten Miler race. I just happened to be looking over Luke’s shoulder at his laptop yesterday when a round--robin email came in from Sage’s manager, Aran. It was entitled First come first served and read: Dear friends, there’s a last--minute place available on the Ten Miler team due to an injury dropout—-anyone interested in running and supporting Sage? My hands were on the keyboard, pressing reply and typing, Yes, please! I would love to run with Sage! Best wishes, Becky Brandon, before I was even aware I was moving. OK, so maybe I should have consulted Luke before pressing send. But it was “first come first served.” I had to act fast! Luke just stared at me and said, “Are you nuts?” Then he started going on about how this was a proper race for trained athletes, and who was going to sponsor me, and did I even possess any running shoes? Honestly. He could be more supportive. Although, actually, he has a point about the running shoes. “So, are you in the movie business too?” Mindy asks as she hands me the receipt to sign. “No, I’m a personal shopper.” “Oh, OK. Which store?” “It’s . . . actually, it’s . . . Dalawear.” “Oh.” She looks taken aback. “You mean, the store for—-” “Older women. Yes.” I lift my chin. “It’s a great store. It’s really exciting. I can’t wait!” I’m being super--positive about this job, even though it’s not exactly my dream. Dalawear sells “easy--wear clothes” for ladies who rate “comfort over style.” (It actually says that on the poster. I might try to persuade them to change it to “comfort as much as style.”) When I went to the interview, the woman kept talking about elasticated waistbands and washable fabrics and not once about directional fashion. Or even fashion. But the truth is, there aren’t that many personal--shopping jobs popping up in L.A. at the last minute for a newly arrived Brit. Especially a Brit who may only be in the country for three months. Dalawear was the only store that had an opening, because of a maternity leave. And I rocked the interview, though I say it myself. I enthused about their “all--purpose floral shirtwaist” dresses so much, I almost wanted to buy one for myself. “Can I please buy some running shoes too?” I change the subject. “I can’t exactly run in these!” I gesture at my Marc Jacobs kitten heels with a little laugh. (For the record, I did once climb an entire mountain in a pair of shoes just like these. But I mentioned that to Luke yesterday as proof of my athletic ability and he shuddered and said he’d blanked that whole incident from his memory.) “Sure.” Mindy nods. “You’ll want our technical store, Pump! It’s right across the street. They stock all the shoes, equipment, heart--rate monitors . . . Did you get a biomechanical assessment in the UK?” I look at her blankly. A bio--what? “Talk to the guys across the street; they’ll get you set up.” She hands me a carrier bag holding my clothes. “You must be super--fit. I’ve worked out with Sage Seymour’s trainer. She’s hard--core. And I’ve heard about the team regimen. Didn’t you, like, go to Arizona for training?” This conversation is unnerving me a tad. Hard--core? Team regimen? Anyway, I mustn’t lose confidence. I’m perfectly fit enough to run a race, even if it is in L.A. “I haven’t been on the regimen exactly,” I admit. “But obviously I have my own . . . er . . . cardio . . . program . . . thing. . . .” I’ll be fine. It’s just running. How hard can it be?