Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding
Published in 1996 by Picador
Genres: Women’s fiction, chick lit, fiction
Meet Bridget Jones—a 30-something Singleton who is certain she would have all the answers if she could:
a. lose 7 pounds
b. stop smoking
c. develop Inner Poise
“123 lbs. (how is it possible to put on 4 pounds in the middle of the night? Could flesh have somehow solidified becoming denser and heavier? Repulsive, horrifying notion), alcohol units 4 (excellent), cigarettes 21 (poor but will give up totally tomorrow), number of correct lottery numbers 2 (better, but nevertheless useless)…”
Bridget Jones’ Diary is the devastatingly self-aware, laugh-out-loud daily chronicle of Bridget’s permanent, doomed quest for self-improvement — a year in which she resolves to: reduce the circumference of each thigh by 1.5 inches, visit the gym three times a week not just to buy a sandwich, form a functional relationship with a responsible adult, and learn to program the VCR.
Over the course of the year, Bridget loses a total of 72 pounds but gains a total of 74. She remains, however, optimistic. Through it all, Bridget will have you helpless with laughter, and — like millions of readers the world round — you’ll find yourself shouting, “Bridget Jones is me!”
I’ll start this by saying that this book just wasn’t for me, to be completely honest with you I would’ve DNF’d this by the 100-page mark if I wasn’t reading this to complete one of the challenges for the 52 Books Around The World reading challenge. I don’t enjoy DNFing books, nor is it pleasant forcing myself to complete a book I really didn’t enjoy reading, so I’m sad to say that I really didn’t enjoy this.
Bridget, and this book in general, heavily annoyed me, it was all quite unappealing. The entirety of this book was just Bridget running around trying to get her mess of a life in order, begging to find a boyfriend, lose weight and fit in. I will admit, there were moments which were slightly hilarious, but there were other moments where I just cringed or was shocked at the complete absurdity of it all. However, I do understand why people enjoy this book, I don’t hate it, it’s just not the book for me.
I also found the writing to be disjointed at times, lacking the word “I”, but this is semi-understandable as it was written in diary format. I found the characters to be quite the opposite of pleasant, I thought they were all bonkers! The only character that I could stand was Mark Darcy. I honestly found this book to be one big joke!
Overall, this book definitely isn’t my cup of tea and I won’t be continuing on with the series. I’m relieved that I’m officially done with it after days of painfully struggling through it, then rushing through the last 200 pages just to reach the end.