From the limited selection availabe at a newsstand at Penn Station in New York, I chose a book to read while traveling yesterday. I think I’ve read at least ten of the books they were selling. I wasn’t in the mood for one of those books about a dastardly plot of earth-shattering importance with somebody being killed mysteriously every few chapters, and I’ve already read the book about Marley the dog, so I bought some chick lit Confessions of a Shopaholic. A young woman in London runs up credit-card debt from shopping, has a boring job, but eventually gets a good job and begins going out with a millionaire she finds interesting and attractive. Somewhat reminiscent of the Bridget Jones books, but not quite as good. Still, a pleasant way to while away a few hours.
