What do you do when a girlfriend’s 60th birthday party is the same day as your boyfriend’s 30th?
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?
Does the Dalai Lama actually tweet or is it his assistant?
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 call ‘middle age’.
This was our book club choice for July and not one I’d really choose for myself as I had years ago tried to read Bridget Jones’ Diary and gave up. Whilst starting to read this I realised to myself why I’d not read the previous 2 diaries – I just don’t like the writing style/diary format, constantly feeling like I need to check which date and time I’m in/on. I was thinking well at least it’s an easy light read, well yes it is in terms of its content but not in its structure – the stunted, half formed sentences, trying to read email and Twitter conversations and patch it together to make sense, it just wasn’t for me.
In this book we see Bridget in her early fifties, trying to deal with online dating, single motherhood and everyday life, writing her farcical screenplay and getting to grips with Twitter. She doesn’t seem to have grown up at all, with no concept of real priorities – ie checking phone and writing diary entries at the most inappropriate of times, I suppose to get a laugh but it just felt like it had been to done to death.
I didn’t like the irritating take charge attitude of Mr Wallaker – but very reminiscent of her early relationship with Mark. It was nice to see that Daniel is still knocking around in more ways than one – still a serial flirt but nice and wierd that he is Bridget’s children’s godparent and is extending some kind of responsibility. Oh, and Mabel’s lisp, sometimes there, sometimes not but trying to read it was a nightmare and didn’t make me empathise at all.
If you’re at a time in your life when you’re back out there dating, this may provide you with some light-hearted comfort and a guide on how not to do dating but then most of us probably have a bit of common sense which Bridget always seems to lack.
If you’ve read the first two you probably had high expectations for this one and may find yourself disappointed. Overall, didn’t make me laugh out loud, too much talk of nits and vomit and I think it’s one of those rare occasions where the film will be better than the book.
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