- Author Helen Fielding
I remember starting this book a couple of times when I was younger, and could never really get past the calories counts and stuff. That kind of thing was never really interesting to me. I also vaguely recall watching the start of the second film and being completely appalled and disgusted at her behaviour about getting married, when she’d only been with the chap for a few weeks.
I always assumed that Bridget Jones just wasn’t for me.
Having given the book a second (or third) chance, I actually quite enjoyed it. The story is interesting, and although there is a lot of nonsense about calories and some crazy angst about men, there’s a lot of good bits in there too. I particularly loved Bridget’s thoughts on Christmas:
What is the point of the entire nation rushing round for six weeks in a bad mood preparing for utterly pointless Taste-of-Others exam which entire nation then fails and gets stuck with hideous unwanted merchandise as fallout? If gifts and cards were completely eradicated, then Christmas as pagan-style twinkly festival to distract from lengthy winter gloom would be lovely.
Good story, interesting characters, far too self-indulgent but then again it is a diary. I may or may not risk the second book. I’m still not watching the films though.