From the inner cover:
What do you do when your girlfriend’s sixtieth birthday party is the same day as your boyfriend’s thirtieth?
Is it better to die of Botox or die of loneliness because you’re so wrinkly?
Is it wrong to lie about your age when online dating?
Is it morally wrong to have a blow-dry when one of your children has head lice?
Is it normal to be too vain to put on your reading glasses when checking your toy boy for head lice?
Does the Dalai Lama actually tweet or is it his assistant?
Is it normal to get fewer followers the more you tweet?
Is technology now the fifth element? Or is that wood?
If you put lip plumper on your hands do you get plump hands?
Is sleeping with someone after two dates and six weeks of texting the same as getting married after two meetings and six months of letter writing in Jane Austen’s day?
Pondering these and other modern dilemmas, Bridget Jones stumbles through the challenges of loss, single motherhood, tweeting, texting, technology, and rediscovering her sexuality in – Warning! Bad, outdated phrase approaching! – middle age.
In a triumphant return after fourteen years of silence, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy is timely, tender, touching, page-turning, witty, wise, outrageous, and bloody hilarious.
So… I read this book in a way that would normally make me blush.
When I first opened it, I skimmed through until I found out how the lovely Darcy died. Then I went back to the beginning, started really reading, and discovered who Bridget was going to end up with (it uses a lot of the same elements the original Bridge Jones’ used as so was rather obvious who she was going to end up with) and then skimmed through the rest of the book to read all of the yummy encounters with him.
And then finally, I returned back to the beginning to actually REALLY read the book the full way through.
Which means that this took a lot longer to read than if I have read it straight through in the first place, but also that I got to spend more time with Bridget. It also means that I kind of almost read it three times in a row. Um.
It was totally worth it.
Here’s the thing. Bridget is my hero. Really. Probably not the best hero for a person to have. She’s done nothing really heroic in her life. Except for the fact that she’s a regular person who is kind of bumbling through life, struggling to keep everything together, and somehow everything seems to work out very well for her in the end. She is a character that every woman can relate to, and that is what makes reading about her so wonderful. And you really can’t help but love the humour that she brings to every situation.
While I did miss Darcy oh so much (I mean, who wouldn’t?), I do have to admit that the new love interest in this one is QUITE wonderful. Not the toy boy – the real man. Oh, he is lovely. He is, however, quite like Darcy. In fact, the whole story of her getting together with this man is very similar to how she ended up with Darcy – her mistaking her regard for him as utter disdain, not liking him until she believes it is too late, them finally hooking up when she believes it is too late for her, etc etc.
I love the fact that Bridget does have children in this one. It gives us a new perspective on Bridget, and a bit more depth. She’s no longer just worried about finding the right man to shag… now she also has to worry about getting to school on time, ensuring the children’s homework is completed, going to parent teacher interviews… oh, so many humorous things happening!
There was one big huge WTF moment with this book though. Daniel (who I seriously loved seeing again in this book!) apparently became good friends with the Darcy’s again between the second or third book. The man who once had an affair with Darcy’s first wife then became the godfather of both of Darcy’s kids? Is this in character at all?
This book was utterly amazing. I know there are some people who really didn’t want to read this one and are going to be avoiding it. But it was true to the style of the first two Bridget books. It was definitely her and even though Darcy wasn’t in it, it was still everything that I love about the Bridget books. It make me laugh. It made me cry. It allowed me more time with one of my favourite characters, and was just as utterly enjoyable as the first two books. (Though I have to say that I really hope they don’t make a movie out of this book. The only reason I would have wanted a third movie would have been due to another opportunity where we got to see Colin Firth and Hugh Grant fight – it is a pity that we shall never see that again!)
Loved! Definitely recommended for Bridget fans. I’ll be rereading this many a time!