| Title | : | Mad About the Boy (Bridget Jones, #3) |
| Author | : | |
| Rating | : | |
| ISBN | : | 0345807952 |
| ISBN-10 | : | 9780345807953 |
| Language | : | English |
| Format Type | : | Hardcover |
| Number of Pages | : | 336 |
| Publication | : | First published October 15, 2013 |
| Awards | : | Bollinger Everyman Wodehouse Prize Comic Fiction (2014), Goodreads Choice Award Humor (2013) |
Fourteen years after landing Mark Darcy, Bridget’s life has taken her places she never expected. But despite the new challenges of single parenting, online dating, wildly morphing dress sizes, and bafflingly complex remote controls, she is the same irrepressible and endearing soul we all remember—though her talent for embarrassing herself in hilarious ways has become dangerously amplified now that she has 752 Twitter followers. As Bridget navigates head lice epidemics, school-picnic humiliations, and cross-generational sex, she learns that life isn’t over when you start needing reading glasses—and why one should never, ever text while drunk.
Studded with witty observations about the perils and absurdities of our times, Mad About the Boy is both outrageously comic and genuinely moving. As we watch her dealing with heartbreaking loss and rediscovering love and joy, Bridget invites us to fall for her all over again.
Mad About the Boy (Bridget Jones, #3) Reviews
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Number of days expected to take to read this book: 1, number of days actually took to read this book: 9, number of times expected to be able to put down this book: 0, number of times actually put down this book: 100+
I loved Bridget Jones; I avidly read the weekly column before the books came out and excitedly awaited the release of the third book. As all fans are aware, Bridget's appeal was that women, whatever their background, could identify with her. Sadly, this is no longer the case: she is a wealthy widow, does not work ( her ludicrous attempts at screenwriting can't be counted as work and they most definitely can't be counted as being funny ), has a nanny and a cleaner yet constantly whinges about her hectic life, easily loses 3 stones in 13 weeks and bags herself a toyboy 21 years her junior. Most of us would struggle to relate to her and this, perhaps, reflects the probability that Helen Fielding's life now is very far removed from that of most women.
The thirty something Bridget was imperfect, insecure and loveable; the 51 year old Bridget is just a silly mare who needs a bloody good talking to by someone who lives in the real world as opposed to her ( once entertaining ) ridiculous friends. Had Mark Darcy lived, it's very difficult to imagine that he would have put up with such an annoying creature. This is the main reason that the book just doesn't work the others being that the attempts at amusing social commentary about matters such as competitive parents and domestic technology have been done before and that the book has obviously been written with the film in mind.
Up until the last 50 pages I was going to rate it 2 stars ( v generous owing to nostalgia ). However, as the predictable ending, with its clumsy parallel with 'Pride and Prejudice' ( yet another one ), unfolded, I nearly threw the book on the fire and so could only award it 1 star. -
Dear Ms. Fielding,
I want to erase this book from my memory. I read it, and, despite the plot, the scenes are good, the writing is fine, funny, and sometimes sad. But, the premise that
I don't think you understand the appeal of your previous books or characters. Readers did not just want to see Bridget falling in love, despite struggles. The books to us are about love despite imperfections. Love, as Louis de Bernières says, is not about falling in love."..when [falling in love] subsides, you have to make a decision. You have to work out whether your roots are to become so entwined together that it is inconceivable that you should ever part. Because this is what love is."
And that is what your readers, Ms. Fielding, got from the first two books. We knew intuitively that Mark and Bridget weren't just falling in love. We were watching real love. And you ruined it. And I will erase this latest book from my mind and pretend you stopped writing at the end of the last book.
Sincerely,
Mimi -
After hearing what the book is supposed to be about and the direction it's supposed to go in,
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Time spent looking forward to new Bridget Jones book: Months!
Time spent reading new Bridget Jones book: 2 days
Time spent being disappointed in new Bridget Jones book: rest of life, approx. -
When I heard that Helen Fielding had written a third book about Bridget Jones, I was a bit perplexed because I wasn't sure whether the quirky antics of the scattered, 30-something Bridget would still be amusing in a 50-something mother. But it was surprisingly fun to read about her adventures in dating and parenthood. The book made me laugh out loud several times, and I often found myself smiling while I read.
The novel opens with Bridget excited about dating a younger man and writing a screenplay, in addition to being a single parent of two children. As you may have already heard -- and which is revealed early in the book -- Bridget's husband, the wonderful Mr. Mark Darcy, was killed in an accident while working in Africa, and now she is finally coming out of her grief and depression to start dating again.
I think so many women fell in love with the Bridget Jones books (and the delightful movie versions) because she allowed us to laugh at ourselves and our funny obsessions with dieting and men and self-improvement projects. It was smart of Helen Fielding to update the story because that generation of women has matured and now has other issues to deal with, and who better to help us cope with laughter than our dear old friend Bridget?
One new thing that Bridget tries is social media. She opens a Twitter account and quickly gets obsessed with how many followers she has. She feels pressure to tweet clever things, and then embarrassment after tweeting while drunk. And when she meets a young man on Twitter she likes to flirt with, she learns how much fun texting can be:
"The fantastic thing about texting is that it allows you to have an instant, intimate emotional relationship giving each other a running commentary on your lives, without taking up any time whatsoever or involving meetings or arrangements or any of the complicated things which take place in the boring old non-cyber world. Apart from sex, it would be perfectly possible to have an entire relationship that is much closer and healthier than many traditional marriages without actually meeting in person at all!"
In addition to the humor of modern life, there is also a sweet side to the story. Bridget genuinely loved her husband and was devastated by his death. Her plans for self-improvement and forced cheerfulness are so touching because she is desperately trying to be a good mum to her kids, even though she'd rather stay in bed, wallow in her grief and eat chocolate ice cream.
If you enjoyed the first two Bridget Jones books, you will probably like this one. There is humor, there is romance, and there is even a happy ending. I declare it to be v. v. good. -
Mad About the Boy (Bridget Jones #3), Helen Fielding
Bridget Jones, a thirty-something single working woman living in London. She writes about her career, self-image, vices, family, friends, and romantic relationships.
Mad About the Boy (2013), is a different phase in Bridget's life, with an entirely new scenario. As Helen Fielding has said: "If people laugh as much reading it as I am while writing it then we'll all be very happy."
تاریخ نخستین خوانش: روز بیست و دوم ماه سپتامبر سال 2015 میلادی
عنوان شیفته ی پسر ؛ نویسنده هلن فیلدینگ؛
تاریخ بهنگام رسانی 16/05/1399هجری خورشیدی؛ ا. شربیانی -
I preordered it! So excited. It's ridiculous how people judge the book without reading it... The ratings should be blocked until the release...
I just read it! I love that Bridget still is the same beloved and funny Bridget we met before. I enjoyed her toy boy adventure, I really love the character of Billy and I think the ending didnt disappoint!
Its funny, exciting and so easy to read. Really enjoyable. -
No, not as disappointing as celebrity writer Stephen King's newer sequel, "Dr. Sleep." But boy does the minutiae build up quickly to a bunch of nothingness-- not even contemporary British stuff is of any interest here. No, but Fielding SHOULD be commended for killing off a perennial favorite, vaulting our cute Brit into the world of dating once more. Why, oh why is Jonesey such a fan of Twitter & texting? Could you make her any less... generic? Even her likability factor suffers considerably.
This is simply not v. good.
But of note, that this pesky heroine can survive not one but TWO sequels almost unscathed is testament to her overall amazingness.
P.S. Watching "Bridget Jones's Baby" made me sad--a total annihilation of character, themes, blah. It sucked, should never have been made. -
You've got to be kidding me! Even though I'm not a fan of the previous BJ books - the movies are much better, which is an anomaly -, they were certainly a must-read in the late 90s, I'll give you that. But this one... WTF?!?
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**Spoiler Alert
Rarely have a seen a set of reviews as inconsistent as those for Helen Fielding's latest installment in the Bridget Jones saga, Mad About the Boy. I assume that much of the hostility derives from Fielding's decision to do away with the beloved Mark Darcy in a horrible accident, and to set the novel at a point in time five years later, when Bridget is beginning to recover from the shock of her grief. This is not classic chick lit in the manner of the original two Bridget Jones novels; there is romance, yes, but this is not the tale of a twenty- or even thirty-something looking for Mr. Right. Our heroine is still neurotic, but life experience has given her character more weight. Her experiments with social media (Twitter, internet dating)are genuinely funny, not because Bridget is hopelessly flaky but because she is middle-aged and struggling to re-enter a world that has moved on without her. Her efforts to lose weight and find meaningful work are less about attracting a man than they are about reclaiming a sense of self out of the fragments of a shattered life. And the search for love - the ultimate success of which gives the last third of the book a satisfying sweetness - is tempered and enriched by Bridget's relationship with and responsibility for her two adorable, fatherless children. So, while I've loved Bridget Jones for years, I feel closer to her now that we've both grown up. -
I wasn't going to read this book. However, as release date neared, I found myself
I'm sad to say that I didn't enjoy it as a book. I admit I'd gone into it with the above reservations, however, I did at certain times look at the bottom of my kindle to see how long I had left in the book. There are certain parts that are VERY well done! and the lighter side about encroaching age and its pitfalls (the glasses, the struggling to stand up after sitting down too long, technology etc. A lot of it does ring true.
... And then there's the things about Daniel. In many ways Daniel hasn't grown up at all - he's simply gotten older.
Sadly the same has happened to her friends. They're all exactly the same (with different jobs and varying successes) but their love lives haven't really changed There's also a call back to Vile Richard too and Shaz, but neither appear in the book.
The rest seems clunky and at times rather badly written (or just not interesting to me.) I found myself skipping a few pages because they were basically the same thing - mostly the parts about "Hedder Gabbler" meetings and some of the
The interaction with the children is spot on and beautiful most of the time .
As for the build up to the end, it was pretty obvious
There has to be something said about the fact that
In conclusion, my opinion still stands. Aside from the I didn't enjoy it 100%. It was a strange feeling, sort of half and half enjoyment and the other half thinking about what it could have been. Don't get me wrong, there are interesting parts but it didn't hold my attention 100% like the other two books have done.
I would have preferred to actually see/read about the
Now back to pretending that it didn't happen! (like those awful post TEOR Guardian columns!)
(ETA: Another small aside - it's irrational but I kept rolling my eyes at the 'ooh, look at me I'm 'soandso' (like fat/snow etc) jokes. They were so repetitive and too often and not funny the first time!! ) -
Diabolical.
Lovable, cuddly, foot-in-mouth, just-the-way-you-are Bridget is long gone. In her place is a 51 year old widow obsessed with finding a man (yes, still,- and while we're on the subject, what kind of a name is Roxster?!), losing weight (yes, still, - a referral to an obesity clinic at a size 14? Really Helen? Way to relate to a huge chunk of your original fans there...) and booze (mouthful of wine in the middle of a children's diarrhea/vomit incident? Really?)
As for "hilarious" - if you find nits, poo, vomit, technophobia and juvenile name-calling among parents funny, then you'll split your sides within the first 50 pages. Otherwise, you'll sit as I did, cringing for this ridiculous woman.
Just keep in mind when reading this that Bridget is no longer in her thirties and trying to work out where her life is going. She's 51, with children raised by a Nanny (even though she doesn't work) and a stupid boyfriend. Her friends haven't grown up either, and her mother is still commenting on her life even though she's now in her seventies.
Helen seems to think we've all forgotten who Bridget is - lines from the first two books and films crop up repeatedly. "Daniel, my former emotional f*ckwit boyfriend and Mark's former arch-enemy" or "Running around naked on his parents lawn". Look, I'm all for finding love and discovering who you are no matter what your age, but when these characters are supposed to be in their fifties and they're still having telephone conversations that involve the words "what colour are your knickers, Jones?" - it's time to stop reading.
Helen made a huge mistake getting rid of one of the most popular characters, but she made an even bigger one by writing this drivel in the first place. It's obviously written with the intent of being turned into a film, because it's lost all the sparkle of the first two books and instead is heavily reliant on visuals that will work in a Hollywood movie. The sentence "it's raining men" is actually in here. Repeat references to the Dalai Lama's twitter account and numerous mentions of checking for followers made me want to heave.
Awful. -
high 2s
a moderate disappointment. at times fielding really brings it (exploring grief and loss), and seeing the adult incarnations of bridget's pack of besties makes me smile. but mostly i was fatigued by our hapless heroine: the neuroses that used to seem charming just come off as ridiculous in a woman of her age. her self-sabotage, narcissism, and failure to launch were cringingly Rorschachian as i read her in my twenties. but she's fifty-one now, and she simply comes off as sad and unhinged.
i'm not saying that women are forbidden their insecurities and flaws after so many birthdays. not at all. what i *am* saying is that bridget has evidenced ZERO personal growth since we checked in with her last. her immaturities and weaknesses are just as pronounced at fifty-one as they were at thirty-something, if not more so. which is sad. dysfunctional. toxic. antithesis of charming.
and her Male Consolation Prize this go 'round? no, thank you. he's a gruff, judgy asshole-bully. i suppose i put up with similar from mark darcy because (1) he'd known bridget her whole life and maybe sort of seemed like he had a right to his opinions (not to mention she WAS sort of a dick to him in that opening scene -- you know, the one with the Sad Reindeer Sweater?), (2) he reversed said opinion so charmingly -- and convincingly, over time -- once he (and we) were shown how winning she could be, and (3) he's marck fucking darcy. he gets a PASS, people. (do i NEED to even remind you about the wet man blouse? yes. you're welcome.)
but this guy? Prince Charming 2.0? a total fuckwit. he smirks and glowers, his sole function, evidently -- besides *** MINI SPOILER *** nicely filling out a pair of heather gray track pants *** END MINI SPOILER *** -- to underscore how hopeless and ridiculous bridget is. awful. painful. MEAN.
AND THEN? he pulls a complete 540 (more than a 180 [<-- see what i did there?]) and *dares* to offer us a sad knock-off of the "i like you -- just the way you are" line, which would be awesome, except for that I DIDN'T BELIEVE A WORD OF WHAT HE WAS SAYING. because all he's done up 'til that point is rag on bridge and point out how ludicrous she is and how much she should be ashamed of herself. but now because fielding is approaching her word limit we're supposed to believe that he magically actually finds said insanity charming? enough to base a FUTURE on? and note, please, that fielding has done LIT-rally nothing, chris praeger, to show us up 'til now how bridget is actually charming and not certifiable.
no. it was a mess psychologically, this book. it read as if fielding were reworking her winning formula (messy heroine meets cute and hates gruff hero; haplessness ensues; he recognizes her charm under the lint and mocha stains; she's flattered; they live happily ever after) but had forgotten to (1) show us enough of the hero to make his psychological journey credible and (2) actually remind us that bridge is likable.
*le sigh*
still, go ahead, kids, and read it if you tittered over the first two titles. there's enough to keep it from being a complete waste of pulp.
(ALSO: while Bridge the First = Pride and Prejudice and Edge of Reason = Persuasion, i didn't identify this as an austen revisitation in any way. am i wrong, readers? what'd i miss?) -
No. of times cried: 2.5 (the 0.5 was tears welling, not spilling)
No. of chocolate bars consumed: 2
No. of times laughed out loud: eleventy bazillion
No. of Twitter followers: 518
No. of times I thought “I love Bridget”: eleventy bazillion
No. of perfectly fitting endings for Bridget: 1
No. of scenes where I thought Bridget and I would be best mates IRL: eleventy bazillion (especially the nits bits)
4.5/5 Yes, shortest most useless review ever but to all the haters*, too bad, Fielding rules. The third installment for Bridget is brilliant (yes, even though it’s true that Mark Darcy is dead).
*mostly those people that gave it one star on Goodreads without actually reading the book. -
Gahhhhh, Gahhhhh and more damn Gahhhhhhhhhh
Let me preface my thoughts by saying that I'm going to pretend this book was never written, swiftly returning to a sweeter time when I believed that our gentle heroine received the happy ending she deserved from the end of book 2.
I would like to start every sentence with 'the very cheek' and 'how dare you' whilst making sweeping arm gestures but I don't want to continually repeat a theme, unlike a certain English Novelist that we all know.
Sooo then, let me sum it up quickly by saying - what a contrived, awful, pile of trite!!!!!!!. A complete travesty to the memory of the first two books. I'm almost offended that Helen would think that Bridget fans would enjoy the story/plot. Honestly. What was she thinking; 15 years, since the last book was published,18 years total, of Bridget living in Helen's head and she felt the latest instalment was up to scratch, the best idea she could come up with, that she was doing Bridget's character justice???
I pooh pooh you Helen Fielding -
Here is the least surprising sentence that I will write today: The new Bridget Jones book really, really sucks. But we all knew that, right? It all came together for series author Helen Fielding just once, admittedly more than it does for some people, but she’s never again been able to find that same balance of characters, plot, truths and one-liners as she had in our introduction to this once-lovable, relatable and bumbling character.
Pity.
“Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy” finds our foot-in-mouth lead at age 50 with two young children and, eeps, no Mark Darcy. He’s dead. He died doing his do-gooder work. No spoiler alert. Fielding dropped this nugget before the book was released. So now B Jones is practically a born-again virgin, so say her indiscernible friends. They insist she get back in the game and toss a bunch of 2013 internet words at her to help her find a man. She latches on to Twitter and begins broadcasting her life to a steadily growing following. So now, in addition to units of alcohol and calories, she keeps track of her followers. As all of this is unfolding, she is working on a film adaptation of Hedda Gabler, though somehow she has gotten this project to the point of production meetings without knowing who wrote the original work, nor how to spell Gabler. So.
In Tweets Roxster, a 30-year-old who woos her in 140-or-less character flirtatious blips. Eventually they move to texting, then dating, then navigating the complexities of a relationship between an older-woman-with-kids and a younger-man-with-roommates. None of this is very interesting. Not the Twitter and text banter. Not the constant search for a babysitter -- which brings bad boy Daniel back into the scene in a way that isn’t at all believable. Fielding writes the “toy boy” segments as though she’s heard about Twitter and she’s heard about text messaging … she’s just never done it or known anyone who has.
The ending is very predictable. Fielding employs a plot technique that worked the first time she tried it on Bridget, but now seems obvious and, frankly, pretty lame -- the same way it would if you or I were to dig back into a 20-year-old bag and test some of our old moves while wearing our current life. Pa-thet-ic.
Oh. Here's one thing, though. For what is supposed to be a comic novel, the sad parts are really well drawn and, well, really sad. Like, "Here. Attach this dumbbell to your soul" sad. At least twice, while Bridget was reminiscing about Mark Darcy, I felt just sick with the weight of it all. So that was weird.
Maybe years ago we all liked Bridget because we had grown up with the blonde, coup-driving, size 6 Wakefield twins and, suddenly, here we had Bridget and her granny panties, getting loopy on wine and weeping into the sleeves of her jammies. If she so much as tried to toss her hair she would probably end up in traction. She was a girl who aimed for an ideal and somehow ended up worse, but secretly better, than where she started. And ultimately she found a partner who wasn’t looking for someone who can walk in a straight line without tripping over something. In fact, he found her clumsiness endearing. But first there was a lot of loving to hate the wrong man and hating to love the right one. And everyone knows that shit is the marrow of being a 20-something.
Much of this book feels like it was written to be immediately adapted into a movie. A lot of the gags don’t translate to the page and you can practically see Renee Zellweger’s “too-proud-to-cry-because-my-undies-are-showing” smile.
I knew this book would suck, just like the second Bridget Jones book sucked. And maybe, upon rereading, the first one sucks, too. Who knows. But much like accepting a friend request from someone you haven’t seen since the mid-1990s, curiosity won. -
Helen Fielding and her iconic character, Bridget Jones are the grande dames of Chick Lit, and Mad About the Boy doesn't disappoint. In most ways, that is. As usual, I won't spoiler the plot or tell anything that you can't read for yourself online. Suffice to say, this book will make you laugh and cry at the same time. For us 'women of a certain age', it's easy to relate to the fact that Bridget's voice, and that of her partners in crime, doesn't change, that people don't change, just their life staage and circumstances do. And that's what I loved the most about the novel, aside from the fact that I've always adored Bridget's bumbling and somehow positively negative outlook on life.
If you love Bridget Jones, you will absolutely want to read this one, even notwithstanding the terrible horrible that happens which you can read about everywhere else but here. I do agree with some other reviewers that the end is a bit rushed, and tidied up to quickly, and we all know that with Bridget Jones, nothing is ever very tidy at all.
PS if you use social media at all, you will die laughing at Bridget's attempts to use Twitter.
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GAH!I'm so glad that the movie(Bridget Jones and Baby) and this book are distant relations. Thank goodness that movie making people know what will make a woman feel scorned! Mark+Bridget= forever! I had to stop at page 137 because I couldn't take it anymore. But I did skip to the end to read the last 50 or so pages to find out what happens. Also, Bridget J was often blunt and crude, but when did she get down right vulgar? I wish I had never read it!
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Book three in the Bridget Jones series and this feels older than 2013, I'm mind blown that this was published just ten years ago.
It's hard to read these books now after seeing all the films as I'm reading it in Renee Zellweger's voice which isn't a bad thing, but it does affect the reading experience.
We meet Bridget in this book widowed and, in her fifties, and it wasn't long until I fell into the swing of things and laughed out loud at Bridget and her continuous muddled confusion.
I really liked Roxster as a character. His and Bridget's dialogue was such a hoot, it was so visual. I hope there's more of him going forward even though I fully admit he isn't good for her.
The world has changed a lot in the last decade, but I think Bridget still has a place in literature. Ultimately, she's a casualty of society and its expectations of women and while her calorie counting was maddening, we've sadly all been there with diet culture.
Sigh.
Looking forward to reading the last in the series soon.
Four stars. -
Helen Fielding, what have you done?
Aside from the very controversial plot twist that has shaken the Darcy Nation to its foundation, there are two huge problems with this story: (1) It's really slow (2) Bridget Jones is still, well, the same Bridget Jones, and it doesn't fully work anymore.
Back in the '90s, Bridget Jones was my homegirl. Fun, carefree, totally neurotic, and extremely funny, she was so relatable. What living breathing member of Gen X didn't have their Jones moments back then? But the '90s are long over, and now she has children, and (sort of) responsibilities. And so does a huge portion of her audience, so the old gimmicks, such as the calorie counts and alcoholic bev tallies, don't resonate anymore.
There are definitely some aspects that are spot-on, like the mass amount of "reply all" messages from the school moms, the attempt to *not* look like the mom from Good Luck Charlie, and reading books about French kids and why they are infinitely better. And she is still Bridget, doing things like calling the annoyingly perfect mom Nicolette, "Nicorette."
But the rest ... eh, not so much. The screenwriting plotline was ridiculous. The nonstop Twitter/text banter between Bridget and Roxster was tedious. The reason why I read books is because I can only take so much @ and RT, and whoop, there it is for at least 300 pages.
Even the ending, which was charming and happy, just came out of nowhere. WHY did we just spend 300 pages with Roxster when we could have built up the ending and gotten to know this essential character a bit more?
And last but not least, there's the controversial plot twist. I'm not a Mark Darcy purist, but I don't understand why this had to go down. Would a story about Bridget juggling marriage and motherhood be too been-there, done-that? There have been a couple comparisons to "I Don't Know How She Does It" but I think Bridget Jones' version would have been better, because she is Bridget Jones, after all.
All that said, I didn't fully dislike it. It did have some charming parts. But the Bridget Jones franchise has officially played itself out. Maybe Helen Fielding can focus her next project on "Nicorette" who has all the makings of a fascinating story. -
Although I actually did end up at least somewhat enjoying this third instalment of the Bridget Jones's Diary series, I simply cannot in any manner forgive Helen Fielding for the premise of Mad About the Boy, for having killed off Mark Darcy. I did get used to Bridget as a single parent, and many of her antics in Mad About the Boy are as endearing and as outrageous as in the first two books. But no Mark Darcy and the fact that Fielding had made him die in such terrible, such horrible circumstances really did do a major number on me and my emotions.
Thus, while I certainly did mildly like Mad About the Boy by the end, I also did not truly love it, and will never be able to truly love it (there is simply too much sadness, and in fact, a for me nastily gratuitous sadness that I wish the author had refrained from using). And furthermore, since I really do neither like nor even agree with the very concept of Twitter/Facebook, while I could smile a tiny bit at Bridget trying to make friends on social media in Mad About the Boy, I was also not only rather bored by and at this, I also kind of wanted to shake some common sense into her (indeed, my kind of common sense). For in the first two Bridget Jones novels it was always so very encouraging that Bridget was at least somewhat as much of a technophobe as I am, and not all that "connected" and into social media, and when that changed, I have to admit that I felt both somewhat annoyed and kind of abandoned (and yes, one major and important thing Mad About the Boy has most definitely shown me, is that I was not and am not missing anything with regard to social media, and that I will continue to stay away from especially Twitter, and more than a bit gladly). Two and a half stars and I am rounding down, not up! -
Flashes of the Bridget we love and the Helen Fielding we love, but not enough. Dang. I wanted to see what Bridget had made of herself and I was rooting for Helen Fielding to find some new obstacles for Bridget to tackle in her own endearing way. But a lot of this book felt recycled from other books- particularly I Don't Know How She Does It- about crazed moms, internet dating, and other middle- aged crises from weight gain ( still?) to how to manage trendy fashion. And the fact that so much of the story takes place via Tweets doesn't improve the situation.
The moments where we do see a real 51 year old woman who finds herself widowed and still grieving 4 years later are the best moments in the book. I wish Fielding's editor had trusted the "Bridget Jones generation", like me, to have grown up, too. We didn't need to see the Bridget of 20 years ago, so the dating- the- younger- man subplot seemed very tired and contrived. A Grown-Up Bridget for Grown-up readers would have been great. -
I needed a pick-me-up after a workweek that sent me to bed for a couple of days; something which would demand little cerebral power but keep me afloat and steer me away from the fever-induced risk of self-pity.
Well, this book served its purpose. After much eye-rolling during the first half of the book, I did manage a few giggles toward the end (that ended in coughing, but never mind). But though the element of Bridget’s quirky recording of her daily intake of calories, weight, etc. has now branched off to include daily tweets, followers etc., the novelty of the concept has somewhat worn off. I read the first two books about Bridget over 15 years ago, back in the days when I, too, was a singleton who lived in a groovy apartment in the centre of town. A whole generation of women, if not several generations, looked to Bridget Jones to make them feel that being a Colin Firth-adoring, messed-up single woman in her thirties was completely OK. Bridget was endearing and made most of us feel reassured that we weren’t quite that pathetic.
Bridget has gotten older now, but so have I. The innocence that characterized the earlier books is to some extent gone (except when she’s with her kids). Sex is now talked about in a much more graphic manner, which seems out-of-character with the earlier Bridget but possibly in character with middle-aged, desperate Bridget. But also, she no longer has any financial or work-related issues because . She finds it difficult to get her kids to school on time – despite the fact that she has no job but does have a nanny. I sympathized deeply with her feelings of loss and could relate to e.g. the nit panic and other exciting things that children introduce into your life, but as Bridget’s life was now among London’s privileged ‘SUV-moms’, some of her issues did not stir in me the sympathy that the one major issue did (and, previously, all her issues).
Still, maybe that’s not the point. I firmly believe in judging/evaluating a book on its ambition and within its scope, and Helen Fielding didn’t set out to win the Booker Prize. She can put together a plot, create outlandish scenes and keep my inner teenager turning the pages (and my outer adult shaking her head incredulously). And though she managed to do this without much depth, and although parts of the book were repetitive and preposterous, over-the-top silly and quite unrealistic, it served as a cheering tonic during illness and in between weightier books.
A quote to round off my first chick-lit experience in over a decade:
Cosmo looked as though the rug of his entire socio-sexual world view had been pulled from under him. His face was like a fruit machine with different ideas and emotions whizzing past, failing to find a final combination to rest on. -
and Bridget is 51! and still clueless. I don't care to read about that
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Bridget is back! But this time around I found myself, much to my surprise, wanting to staple things to her forehead. Whence such blasphemy? Well...
Mark Darcy is dead now, which I understand as an artistic decision--as Chekhov, or was it Ibsen, once said, "All happy families are [boring]." A novel about Mark and Bridget being happy in love and raising their children would have been colossally dull and treacly. But Darcy's untimely extinction means that Bridget is a wealthy widow with no need to work, and this has catastrophic consequences for my ability to put up with her.
Modern-day Bridget lazes around having the nanny do the school run (to private school, of course!), half-heartedly working on a screenplay, Tweeting, and obsessing about what to wear. It's not as if she were an Alexey Stakhanov in the previous two novels, but at least she went to a job every day. Now that she's jobless, her shiftlessness is much less endearing.
Fortunately for Bridget, most of the people she meets don't share my view and she is able to settle down happily with .
Fortunately for me, Bridget's observational and non plot-advancing writing is as sharp as ever, and it was fun reading her thoughts on modern fashions and affectations. I still recommend re-reading the first two books rather than this one, though. -
The final (chronologically, if not in publication order) book in the Bridget Jones series skips forward a fair few years, with Bridget bringing up her two children as a single mother. As such, this book has a markedly different tone to the previous entries, particularly as Fielding has had the guts to leave the 'Mark vs. Daniel' rivalry behind, in a rather decisive manner.
A lot of reviewers seem to hate this book because of this decision on Fielding's part; apparently it was a step too far for most people, the majority of whom seem to be Bridget and Mark 'shippers'. Personally, I thought it was a brave choice, particularly the way she did it, and gave the series a much needed shot in the arm.
Saying that, this book's not perfect. The author falls back on a few too many rom-com clichés at times and I wasn't overly fussed on the ending. Still, though, I did enjoy it and am glad I've now read the whole series. -
I have always hated the idea of anyone rating a book before they have read it but in this case I had to make an exception!!!
After the revelations by author Helen Fielding this weekend, I won't be reading this or any other new HF book ever again.
I have been so excited about hearing what Bridget has been up too (even tho I did not believe it was necessary) and to hear that HF has destroyed the story of BJ's and shown such a lack of respect to fans is just unbelievable!!
Yes, I know its fiction and laughable that I feel so strongly about it...but who doesn't love Bridget?!!!
Am still hoping the revelations this weekend were a bad joke/bad publicity stunt!!! -
You have no idea how excited I am about this.
