I really love funny books. If it’s going to make me laugh-out-loud, I want it. I loved all of the Bridget Jones movies, and on a whim picked up a copy of Bridget Jones’ Diary to have on hand when I needed something light and enjoyable to read. Understandably then, I have been buried deep in this book almost every single night. What a joy it has been to read something so light and and yet complex enough to fully absorb my attention for as long as I am reading it. Bridget Jones’ Diary the novel was so similar to the movie, I think there were actual quotes handpicked from the book that were written into the movie. It was every bit as funny as the movie, and more.
This paragraph (below) was the most Bridget Jones thing I have ever read and it made me laugh harder than it should have, but it was just so perfect that I couldn’t resist sharing it (each chapter starts with Bridget assessing her life via weight, alcohol units, cigarettes, and calories):
“128 lbs. * (Eek. Baby growing at monstrous unnatural rate), alcohol units 0, cigarettes 0, calories 3100 (but mainly potatoes, oh my God). *Must keep eye on weight again, now, for Baby’s sake.
Help. Monday and most of Tuesday I sort of thought I was pregnant, but knew I wasn’t really – rather like when you’re walking home late at night, and think someone is following you, but know they’re not really. But then they suddenly grab you round the neck and now I’m two days late. Daniel ignored me all day Monday then caught me at 6 p.m. and said, ‘Listen, I’m going to be in Manchester till the end of the week. I’ll see you Saturday night, OK?” He hasn’t called. Am single mother.”
Bridget Jones was/remains, after reading the books, one of my favorite fictional characters, and knowing there are two more books in her series to get me through the next few weeks of who-knows-what from the news is nothing short of a gift.