Shopaholic to the Stars (Shopaholic Series #7)

Shopaholic to the Stars (Shopaholic Series #7)

by Sophie Kinsella


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NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • “A witty novel with the twists of a soap and the laughs of a rom-com.”—InTouch

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

“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

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780812984286
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 04/14/2015
Series: Shopaholic Series , #7
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 496
Sales rank: 151,621
Product dimensions: 5.10(w) x 7.90(h) x 1.30(d)

About the Author

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.


London, England

Date of Birth:

December 12, 1969

Place of Birth:

London, England


B.A. in Politics, Philosophy and Economics, Oxford University, 1990; M.Mus., King's College, London, 1992

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Shopaholic to the Stars


Rosewood Center t  3rd St. t os Angeles, CA 90048

Dear 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 Consultant


OK. 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?


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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I preordered this book, and finished in one night. It's a light, fun read and I love the Shopaholic books...but the end is terrible! No resolution, a total cliffhanger but not in a good way. Kinsella normally takes a while to come out with the next book, and by that time I'm going to be over it. It just seems like a ploy to sell more books when the storyline could have been easily concluded in a few more chapters.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved the early Shopaholic books, and even enjoyed the more recent ones, but I thought this one was horrible.  I mean, really, really bad.  It made me hate Becky!  And FYI, there was no ending.  Honestly, if I had known there was going to be no ending to the story, I would have put myself out of misery less than half-way through the book.  And that is saying something as I don't ever not finish books.  Don't waste your time or money on this book.  If you love the Shopaholic series like I did, you want to remember better days instead of this mess.
WTerry_33441 More than 1 year ago
What happened to my favorite Shopaholic. She is so over the top in this book that she becomes almost as dislike able as the shallow people she is dealing with. I've known of her addiction and she always gets herself  out of her jams which has been so much fun to read in her past hilarious, well-thought-out books with their surprising endings. But here she seems to ignore caring for her family, which the reader always knew would save her (she had  'heart'). She loses 'heart' in this book and I almost stopped reading as she seemed to totally lose everything good in her life. The plot, what there is of one, is weak with none of her usual saving graces. Also, leaving an unfinished ending to a story I was not caring about by the end anyway was so unlike her.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
No ending! Very frustrating.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series, but this book (and Mini Shopaholic) are not nearly as good as the others.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I'm a huge fan of Kinsella's books, especially the Shop-a-holic series, and waited eagerly to read about Becky in Hollywood. What a disappointment! Becky has always gotten into scrapes and let people down but mostly because she tries to do right by her people while indulging her shopping addiction. Never because of mindless ambition and never has she been so selfish, thoughtless and heartless. Suze has always been able to be upset with Becky and let her have it without being nasty, in this book she just comes across cold. There are some laughs, but mostly I kept waiting for the real, loveable Becky to show up. Ending with a cliffhanger when there are usually several years between books was annoying at best. Kinsella should rewrite this and send it to us for free. I'll probably buy the next one in the hopes that Becky returns, but dang this was disappointing.
chollacat More than 1 year ago
No fun anymore.  Sorry I read this one.  Becky is unlikable and she does not have any of the zany cliff-hanging adventures that she brilliantly gets herself out of.  There's almost no fashion or shopping.   Luke loses his charm, and Suze and Tarkie become farces of themselves.  The ongoings with her father  are bizarre.  The only part I liked was Minnie with her grandmother.  
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love this series. But this book was disappointing. The way that it ends is a total disappointment. Just nothing but, all I could say is "WHAT?" Earlier books were very funny...this one wasn't.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
My least favorite of the series, but still a fun read!
Chrissy_W More than 1 year ago
Did I enjoy this book: I have to say I was disappointed in Ms. Kinsella’s latest Shopaholic book. I was looking forward to it, and it didn’t deliver. Sure, there were some laughs. There was Becky’s usual shopaholic-ness. There was her naïveté. But it was overblown; almost a caricature of the “normal” Becky Brandon. She was not the same Becky we fell in love with and watched grow over numerous novels. She has a daughter now and barely spent any time with her during the entire book. And there was no mention of a nanny either. So, who was watching Minnie? That really bothered me. Luke was barely there. Suze and Tarquin came to visit and changed completely. I barely recognized them. The Hollywood scenes were realistic, but disappointing. I was chatting about this book with another group, and they seem to agree that a different direction could have been taken and would have made the book so much better. Would I recommend it: If you are a Sophie Kinsella/Shopaholic fan, then yes, read it. But don’t drop everything to do so. If you are new to the Shopaholic series, do not start with this one. You will be disappointed.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really wanted to enjoy this book and something just didn't click. It felt like Ms Kinsella ran out of time and just rushed the ending.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Am a big shopaholic fan and i felt goyally cheated. This was unsatisfying and the ending was so out of character of kinsella. Really disappointing.
Miss_Vee More than 1 year ago
Not sure why all the negative reviews, yes this was a weaker version of shopaholic series in a way. BUT kind of par for the course of the series. Personally the ending did not bother me since it means there HAS to be another book. So what if we have to wait a little bit, I am just happy the series is continuing.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have always loved these series but this book is missing something. Becky is way too out of reality, worst than ever...and the end? It doesnt make sense to force the book with a half ending when it could be finish with a couple of extra chapters
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This was sooo good and I say this everytime I read a new Shopaholic release! I love Becky and I cannot wait for the continuing story in the pursuit of Bryce and Graham!. Well done, Sophie! I loved every bit of this book!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love all Sophie Kinsella's books, but what was this? It didn't make much sense, why would Luke apologize? He didn't do anything to apologize for. There was hardly any character development, it was mostly Becky running around not doing much. The ending came out of nowhere. Why did it end like that??? I miss the charm of Shopaholic.
MERead More than 1 year ago
Not as good as the rest of the Shopaholic series, but still a fun read.  It wasn't as funny, and usually Becky's mistakes are sort of cute and relatable, but in this one they were annoying sometimes. Also, the ending is a cliff hanger, which I was not expecting. If you haven't read any other Shopaholic books, I'm pretty sure you could still read this and knows what's going on.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A stylist needs security guards.????????? That's why they call it fiction
bookluver96 More than 1 year ago
Read in one night! Really liked it. What a cliff hanger!!!! When is part two coming out???? More on Luke on his mom pleaseeee. Also sage and lois need a kick in the butt
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This series is not for the serious reader. Written at about a third grade level.
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I thought this book was good and fun to read. It was a little different then the others but i still liked it. Cant wait for the next one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Extremely disappointing.  Instead of growing as a character Becky is regressing into an unlikable, delusional teen.  Not only did I start to  dislike Becky, but also questioned my fondness for Luke - how could he find such a self absorbed airhead attractive? I generally read a book in one sitting, but I struggled to finish this one in two weeks.  The only reason I kept (desperately) trying to like this book is because I really, really enjoyed the beginning of the series.  The first books were laugh out loud funny. :)  If Kinsella could regain the magic from the first titles I would try again, but until I receive confirmation from others I will not spend any money on this series.  The last two were simply bad.