Title: Bridget Jones’s Diary

Author: Helen Fielding

Publisher: Viking

Pages: 267

Where I got it: Bought it while I was in the States

Goodreads blurb: At the beginning of Helen Fielding’s exceptionally funny second novel, the thirtyish publishing puffette is suffering from postholiday stress syndrome but determined to find Inner Peace and poise. Bridget will, for instance, “get up straight away when wake up in mornings.” Now if only she can survive the party her mother has tricked her into–a suburban fest full of “Smug Marrieds” professing concern for her and her fellow “Singletons”–she’ll have made a good start. As far as she’s concerned, “We wouldn’t rush up to them and roar, ‘How’s your marriage going? Still having sex?’”

Rating: 5

I would like to just say from the start that I am giving this book five stars because I loved it. I rate ALL books this way. I don’t rate books on their brilliant contribution to literature – I am truly not so arrogant that I feel I have the slightest clue as to what does and does not constitute good or brilliant writing. What I DO know is whether or not I like something. And yes, I did like this book a whole lot more when I read it for the first time ten years ago (strangely I related to Bridget more when I was 19 than I do now that we are closer in age!) but I do still love Bridget and think that as long as you don’t watch the movies just about any girl would sort of love her too. I must admit though that after a week of watching Will & Grace while at the same time reading Bridget Jones, I seem to find myself thinking that I should really take up smoking an alcohol abuse.Alcoholic smokers do seem to be much happier people… Oh an pill popping! And of course I MUST marry a very rich fat man who will not live long just like Karen Walker (who has nothing to do with Bridget Jones – I only mention her because both women have been inspiring me to drink more wine… I don’t know why….)