It is a truth universally acknowledged that …
Bridget Jones has bumbled her way into pregnancy the same way she is bumbling through life. And we love her for it.
In this gloriously funny, touching story of baby-deadline panic, maternal bliss, and social, professional, technological, culinary and childbirth chaos, Bridget Jones – global phenomenon and the world’s favourite Singleton – is back with a bump.
My reading experience:
This book was published in 2016 around the same time that the movie was released – the movie was the funniest Bridget Jones to date. Because of this it’s taken me 2 years to get around to reading the book and I have enjoyed re-meeting ‘book Bridget’ although Mad about The Boy is much better in terms of style and prose.
Meet Bridget, late thirties, still in love with two men, high on low self esteem and single in a world of smug marrieds. Luckily she has Tom “get your freak on bitch” and Shazzer “has he ever actually stuck his fucking tongue down your fucking throat” to party with. This book is fast moving, full of colourful dialogue and makes good use of the fact that we’ve all seen the movies and are familiar with our old friends. If you haven’t met Bridget before this book may be somewhat light on character background and building. However the myriad dialogue sets scenes vividly and the reader is able to be right there in the moment with Bridget. It’s all a bit of a whirlwind and in the end, it all comes good. What you get in the book that you don’t get in the movie is a whole lot of Daniel Cleaver.
NB If you’ve already read Mad About The Boy, this book slots neatly between Edge of Reason and Mad About The Boy when we meet Bridget aged 50.
217 pages of deliciously indulgent pop chick lit and perfect for a day’s reading in the sun or equally a rainy day in front of the fire.