Month: December 2013

My Thoughts On Mad About The Boy by Helen Fielding

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It’s not really a spoiler — because it’s right there on the back cover — but I had a really hard time getting into this book because they killed Mark Darcy! I loved, loved Darcy. And he’s gone. It’s like Mockingbird with a crazy Peeta — it just does not work because it has lost its very soul.

Once I cried and mourned (truly, I cried and mourned for Darcy), I tried to give this book a chance. It is classic Bridget Jones except now she texts instead of emails, and she is on Twitter.

The formula is the same. She is chasing the wrong many all the while you see the absolutely right one waiting in the wings. The formula is predictable, but it is still enjoyable.

There is a lot of sex and a lot of swearing in this book so stay clear if you do not want to read a book that drops the F bomb on nearly every page.

What I’m Reading Now: Mad About The Boy by Helen Fielding

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Bridget Jones—one of the most beloved characters in modern literature (v.g.)—is back! In Helen Fielding’s wildly funny, hotly anticipated new novel, Bridget faces a few rather pressing questions:

What do you do when your girlfriend’s sixtieth birthday party is the same day as your boyfriend’s thirtieth?

Is it better to die of Botox or die of loneliness because you’re so wrinkly?

Is it wrong to lie about your age when online dating?

Is it morally wrong to have a blow-dry when one of your children has head lice?

Is it normal to be too vain to put on your reading glasses when checking your toy boy for head lice?

Does the Dalai Lama actually tweet or is it his assistant?

Is it normal to get fewer followers the more you tweet?

If you put lip plumper on your hands do you get plump hands?

Is sleeping with someone after two dates and six weeks of texting the same as getting married after two meetings and six months of letter writing in Jane Austen’s day?

Pondering these and other modern dilemmas, Bridget Jones stumbles through the challenges of loss, single motherhood, tweeting, texting, technology, and rediscovering her sexuality in—Warning! Bad, outdated phrase approaching!—middle age.

In a triumphant return after fourteen years of silence, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy is timely, tender, touching, page-turning, witty, wise, outrageous, and bloody hilarious.