Title: Bridget Jones’s Diary
Author: Helen Fielding
Publisher: Penguin Books
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 Jone’s 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!”
Bridget Jones Diary is about Bridget and her constant obssession with vices, weight management and finding “the one” or that’s how I understood it. At one point, the book is incredibly funny and fun to read but most of the times, I just skimmed through the pages hoping that by the next page the story ends.
It’s harsh to call this book shallow but I didn’t quite enjoy it as much as other did. To be honest, I enjoyed the movie more than the book. I felt that the movie version had a credible story than the book itself which is very weird if you ask me. Here’s a few details of why I didn’t enjoy the book:
1. I was not fond of the “diary” style that the story was presented – okay granted that it is Bridget Jones’s DIARY but somehow for me it wasn’t as effective as the author wanted it to be.
2. The story. I understand that this is suppose to be the insights of Bridget’s thoughts but somehow what I got from the story was booze-cigarettes-calories count-zero lovelife. That’s basically how the whole story went – on my point of view that made this book shallow. Bridget came off as insecure, obssessed with mundane things and dull. Where’s the story? I needed more substance even though this story was marked chick lit.
3. Love story. It wasn’t as believable as I wanted it to be. Boring female lead + self centered lover + charming man at the end = predictable. *sigh*
4. Because of the writing style, reading the story became boring and irritating.
Let me point out one thing I enjoyed about this book – Bridget can write humorous that can make you laugh BUT that’s also a hit and miss. There’s a lot of women who enjoyed this book, unfortunately I am not one of them. I usually favor a book over a movie adaptation but in this case – I’m chosing the movie over the book all the way.