That moment. That instant when your fingers curl round the handles of a shiny, uncreased bag-and all the gorgeous new things inside it become yours. What's it like? It's like going hungry for days, then cramming your mouth full of warm buttered toast. It's like waking up and realizing it's the weekend. It's like the better moments of sex. Everything else is blocked out of your mind. It's pure, selfish pleasure.
In "Confessions of a Shopaholic," Sophie Kinsella captures the euphoric feeling of acquiring new possessions. The protagonist experiences a rush of excitement when she finally grasps a beautiful, untouched bag filled with delightful items. This moment of indulgence is likened to intense physical pleasure, like the satisfaction of a long-awaited meal or the joy of a leisurely weekend. The author's vivid imagery evokes a sense of bliss that consumes one's thoughts...
