I have to wonder why an addiction like this is so wildly celebrated.

I’m appalled by the rampant consumerism in this novel…why is it considered harmless? The heroine spends money she doesn’t have on things she doesn’t use or even LIKE, and she lies about it, both to others and to herself. And in the end she gets the man of her dreams, a guy who can foot the bill for all those things she is compelled to buy.