Throughout September I have been discussing how Helen Fielding’s book ‘Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy‘ has captured my heart. I have been overwhelmed with the dramatic narrative it displayed; alongside the introduction of new characters, tragic loss of leading fixtures and the expected slime ball. In this book, I found my world of escapism. It’s amazing what you can discover in 100 pages, huh?
Yes, I didn’t pass page 100 and I did not reach the end of the book. My uncontrollable flaw of not finishing books was not to blame here, even my hectic schedule was not at fault either, but my continuous nagging emotion of being bored really took its toll. I was disappointed in this book because I didn’t feel motivated to read more. This is not what I expected from Helen Fielding.
The things I did like about the book where the characters, unexpected turns and the expected personalities. My heart is devoted to Bridget’s children ‘Billy’ and ‘Mabel’; I loved how they idolised their mother and how they uncontrollably tugged on my heart strings. This was love. Having their father (Mark) die of some horrific illness or accident (can’t remember which) was awful; I loved how Helen Fielding worked this into the starting point of the narrative because it enabled personal emotion immediately and it also made me see how life can be taken away just like that (clicks fingers). Then I was pleased to see Daniel Cleaver and his dirty dirty little personality but as I crept towards page 100 I started to feel awkward. Well done, Helen!
I still felt confused by the layout; before you think that I’m thick, I know it’s supposed to be a diary but I found it difficult to follow in novel format. But maybe that’s just me? I also felt bored by Bridget’s daily schedule; I wanted to feel inspired by her adventures opposed to feeling as though my life as a sales assistant and nursery practitioner is actually more exciting. Alongside all of these negative qualms, I hated how Bridget was so obsessed with men. I mean, this woman can rock being single so why is she becoming so stressed over texting one guy? I’m aware that my stone-heart is not as sentimental but Bridget represents independent women and how they embrace every moment in life. The old Bridget would not have hesitated in texting a man in a Leatherman jacket but instead she would have ran to the hills with him in her famous giant knickers!
I would still recommend this book to you all but I would not use it for a challenging read. This book is more for leisure time opposed to reading it within one month. However, I would love to hear what you think about this book? What is your opinion? What would you like say to Helen Fielding? Did you finish her novel?
We have now arrived at the end of September. Check back again to the blog tomorrow as Shellie will be writing to you about our chosen reads for October – they’re very fangy! Ha!
Write to you shortly, Elle.
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