Becky is a writer for a financial magazine. She doesn't like her job. She would rather be working in fashion.
Becky loves to shop. So much so that she is overdrawn at her bank and has maxed out her credit cards. Oddly, even though she is a financial writer, she doesn't really try to manage her own finances. She throws letters from the bank and overdue bills in the garbage. Out of sight, out of mind, eh?
Becky is young and a bit silly. She rationalizes her purchases, telling herself she is saving money by shopping sales for things that she actually doesn't need. She buys clothes and then never wears them. She buys things just to be buying something. She will spend £25 to get 50 pence on her Club Card, a kind of customer rebate program.
But fortunately for Becky, all her problems will be solved because she is young and attractive and well spoken. And all her lies will be forgiven and money will be thrown at her and the millionaire males will be lining up to wine and dine her. Which only goes to show that being a liar pays off big time. Just look at Donald Trump.
I was more than a little put off by the endless stream of lies that flow from Becky's mouth. She lies to her coworkers, her boss, her parents, the bankers, her friends, just about every one. Mainly, she lies to herself. I was about 100 pages into the story when I decided to go back and keep track of every lie she told, including lies on paper, lies to herself, and lies she plans to tell if the occasion arises. I counted 124 lies. At 250 pages, that is a lie every other page. The book ought to be called, Confessions of a Habitual Liar.
Becky is supposed to be sympathetic and charming. But to me, she was just another damned liar. I can't really say that I like a story in which the main character is so dishonest and unappealing.
I pass. I will not be reading another story in the saga of Becky the Liar.
A review by Publishers Weekly.
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