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Wednesday, November 6, 2013 Mail
from Books Editor. Would I like to review new Bridget Jones? Got good
crit in New York Times. Gaah! Not huge fan of neurotic, bumbling Bridget
of the big bloomers. Read her first diary, which started as a newspaper
column, and saw the movie, mainly because of FOMO (Fear of Missing Out).
Skipped the sequel, The Edge of Reason, altogether. On other hand,
leaving on holiday tomorrow, and in need of light, jolly, fun, frivolous
reading material. Think will have small glass of wine and bag of grated
cheese while pondering this weighty issue. Books Editor sends Q&A
interview with author Helen Fielding who sounds really cool. Friday, November 8, 2013 Have
packed BJ but feeling insecure about hauling it out of beach bag in full
view of intellectually inclined friends. Do not wish to appear in
unfavourable literary light. Explain that am sampling it for review
purposes only. Epic fail. They seem sceptical. Paah!
Did not see that coming! Totes gobsmacked. In the third instalment
Jonesey is 51, widowed, and the mother of two young children. It’s
five years after her husband’s untimely demise, and Bridget is ready
to hit the dating scene again and rediscover her sexuality. Apparently
the death of the delicious Mark Darcy made headline news (in real life)
so this is not strictly speaking a spoiler. Hope Colin Firth will be
able to pop up in flashbacks during the movie. Saturday, November 9, 2013 So
far funny, easy to read, enjoyable. Have silly grin on face most of
time, and lots of chuckle-out-loud moments. Surprisingly, at times there
is genuinely moving writing, exploring grief and loss. The kids, Billy
and Mabel, are lovely, and the way they miss their dad is poignantly
portrayed. Not really in sync with BJ’s timeline, but think can
identify more with her now than when she was a thirty-something
singleton in the 1990s. The older Bridget is battling to deal with what
life throws at you. Can
relate to her bewilderment in the face of electronic devices with
multiple remotes and rows of mysterious buttons. Loved the part where
she’s in bathroom at larney restaurant and can’t figure out how to
turn designer taps on. Thought that only happened to me. On
social media front @JoneseyBJ is right in there texting, tweeting,
WhatsApping, Facebooking, Instagram-ing, and of course visiting online
dating sites with the best of them. So
while she’s still obsessing about kilograms and calories, she’s now
counting Twitter followers along with texts and e-mails received. Not
quite up to speed with all that myself. Nor
can I claim to relate personally to Bridget as thin, Botoxed, cougar
character, lusting after her hottie toy boy, Roxby McDuff, aka Roxster. Who
will play him in the film? Think have seen Ryan Gosling mentioned. BTW:
Discovered on Google (which I do know how to navigate) that Mad About
the Boy was not shortlisted for the coveted literary Bad Sex Trophy, as
the erotic bits were deemed “not quite cringeworthy enough”. Monday, November 11, 2013 Not
sure if can face much more of endless diary style. Texting and tweeting
is getting OTT (over the top) too. Am starting to think and talk (to
myself and others) in Bridget-speak. Family suspect am forgetting to use
pronouns, “a’s” and “the’s” and heard them whispering about
early onset Alzheimer’s. Must KBO (Keep Buggering On). Resolve to make
lists. Wednesday, November 13, 2013 Some
Hilarious Highlights in BJ:
Thursday, November 14, 2013 OMG.
Deadline looming. CONCENTRATE. Would kill for a G&T. Need snappy
conclusion. What about Not Mad About the Book? No, too cheesy and
probably been done already. Am going to have to pull an all-nighter.
Haven’t done that for 40 years. Quite exciting. Note
to self: This is irreverent, slapstick chick lit romcom deluxe and
should be treated as such. Not meant to be Great Literature. It’s
an entertaining, tongue-in-cheek send-up of life in 2013, out just in
time for the hols. And it’s packed with great dating rules, like “Do
not text when drunk”. What’s not to love? |