“It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting ‘Cathy’ and banging your head against a tree.”
Bridget Jones’s Diary is pretty much known as the epitome of chick-lit. Written in the way of a personal diary, you’re introduced to the life of Bridget Jones - a single, working woman in her thirties who writes openly about her day-to-day struggles with her turbulent love life, her parental drama, and her career.
Though I hate to start off on a sour note - and trust me, I really do hate it - I think I should just get my complaints out in the open right off the bat. My real issue with this novel is very simple: I watched the film before I read the book. Bad move on my part. And I didn’t just watch the film. No, I watched the film about a million times and formed a very deep undying love for it. Very bad of me, indeed. I have officially learned my lesson now. (Probably not).
Book Bridget, I’ve since learned, is just as relatable to the modern woman as Film Bridget. She’s a bit clumsy, quite awkward, very self-conscious. But also loveable and witty. I wouldn’t say that Book Bridget made me laugh-out-loud like most people who have read this book before say she made them laugh. But I definitely cracked a smile for sure. I also think it’s definitely worth mentioning that Book and Film Bridget are quite problematic characters. The book and film have really not aged very well, so I think noting that is a pretty important part of reading the book.
I quite liked the journal-style narration of this. I’ve had a thing for books where it’s told in journal entries for a while now - I think it adds a bit of realism to the story. You could honestly believe for a minute that you’re just reading an everyday woman’s journal. It also makes for a quick and easy read, which I sometimes prefer over lengthy, wordier novels. The daily tallies of vices (i.e. alcohol, cigarettes, weight) that Bridget kept were also a nice addition.
I did quite enjoy Bridget Jones’s Diary. It was just the sort of fun novel that I needed to follow-up a dark story like The Girls. It’s the kind of book that I would want to take on vacation to read by the pool or on the beach. However, as I am regrettably not on vacation, I enjoyed it just as much while wrapped up in a blanket by the fireplace on a rainy day. It makes for a good cosy read for dreary days.
Have you read Bridget Jones’s Diary? Did you like the book or film better?
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