“Thirty-five is the perfect age for a woman, so much so that many women have decided to adopt it for the rest of their lives”
This year a much loved national treasure returns to our bookshelves in the form of a scatty, clumsy and potty-mouthed Bridget Jones. From author, Helen Fielding’s previous installments you might be expecting another hopelessly brilliant rom-com about Bridget’s longing for Mr Mark Darcy but unfortunately this edition has a darker twist.
Written in the present day, Bridget is now a 50 year old mother of two, struggling with balancing her work and social life as well as the children’s school runs in classic Jones style. Things many of us can certainly identify with, but unfortunately her issues with using Twitter are the least of her problems as she mourns the loss of her beloved husband Mark, who died four years ago in a tragic accident. Many were shocked when it became public knowledge that Fielding had killed off a much loved heart-throb, but I feel it allows Bridget to have a much greater depth than her somewhat ditsy appearance permits.
The novel gives Bridget’s personal reflections in diary form as she reluctantly tries to start dating again to move on with life after Mark, whose memory haunts her in every decision she makes. It basically forms the structure for an anti-self-help book on dating as Jones makes every mistake possible in the new-age of modern dating; from drunken texting to online dating- she hopelessly tries it all in her own hilarious way.
After many years of patient waiting Jones’s fans were treated to one final chapter of the domestic chaos and calamity after the films that made her famous, this edition does not disappoint as young Bridget has grown older and wiser with her readers who are now facing their own mid-life crises. Perhaps not to the same extent as Bridget’s issues with head lice infestations and stomach-bug epidemics but if anything her rather messy life brings a certain degree of reassurance to the rest of us, that just because the living room hasn’t been cleaned for a while and we’ve become slightly more reliant on ready meals recently doesn’t mean that we hopeless/lazy people! It simply means we are busy, successful women with more on our minds than dusting round the plasma screen television.
A laugh-out-loud read you’ll really struggle to put down in a hurry.
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