Shopaholic — Takes Manhattan

“I’m glad you’re excited about the museums, Becky,” Luke said, looking far too focused on his BlackBerry.

I stepped off the plane at JFK and immediately felt a spiritual connection to the air. It didn’t just smell like jet fuel and pretzel stands; it smelled like opportunity . And also, possibly, a limited-edition perfume launch at Saks Fifth Avenue. Shopaholic Takes Manhattan

“New York, Luke!” I squeezed his arm, my eyes already scanning the horizon for the nearest yellow taxi. Or, more accurately, the nearest Barney’s. “The culture! The history! The Guggenheim!” “I’m glad you’re excited about the museums, Becky,”