18 July 2014

Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy

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Rating: 2/5 stars

The Blurb: 'Is it morally wrong to have a blow-dry when one of your children has headlice? Is technology now the fifth element? Or is that wood? Is sleeping with someone after 2 dates and 6 weeks of texting the same as getting married after 2 meetings and 6 months of letter writing in Jane Austen's day? Pondering these, and other modern dilemmas, Bridget Jones stumbles through the challenges of single-motherhood, tweeting, texting and rediscovering her sexuality in what SOME people rudely and outdatedly call 'middle age.'

I'm so sorry guys, but this isn't going to be the glowing review you might be expecting. I was so, so excited to read this book having been a huge fan of the first two. I bumped it up to top of the pile when it finally came out in paperback (I don't really like hardback books, just me?) and thought I would absolutely love it but when I reached the end and put it down my reaction was more along the lines of... 'Meh.'


Part of me thinks that I may just be reading this at the wrong time in my life. I'm not in my 50s, and I don't have two young children that I'm raising by myself as a widow. But I also read the first two books when I was 18, not in my 30s and trying to navigate my way through the dating world, and I still found them hilarious and relatable. This one did make me chuckle occasionally, but it just wasn't that funny. Bridget isn't the same - she used to make clever jokes and observations but now, despite being over 50, she spends too much of her time sending texts about farts and vomit to her toyboy (no, really!). It may just be that I don't find toilet humour funny in the first place, but it was just off-putting. She's now also a wealthy widow who doesn't need to worry about money, has a nanny, and goes off to get her legs waxed whenever she feels like it, which I think misses the original appeal - that women everywhere could relate to her.

In general, the whole book sort of lacked any real storyline and was cliché in a lot of places. The ending in particular was really corny, and I felt like there was too much emphasis on Bridget either spilling things down herself or over eating in the attempt to portray her as still a bit sloppy and disorganised. There's a sort of attempt at a more profound theme in the form of the owl that watches Bridget and her children through the window at night and flies off at the end when she becomes settled and happy, which I think is supposed to represent Mark watching over them, but it didn't feel like it really fit in with the rest of the story.

Because I don't want to write a wholly negative review (I still read to the end, after all!) I will say that I did still enjoy the other characters and reading about Bridget and Mark's children, who are the funniest part of the book for me, and I did actually like Roxster (the toyboy) even with his silly name. But I came to the book expecting to be reunited with a character I knew and loved, and it just left me feeling disappointed.

If you've read it, please let me know what you think in the comments!
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  1. I like how you reviewed this book. I have never read it before.
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