Disclaimer: All thoughts and opinions are simply my own honest ones and I have not been asked to write this review. Not everyone may agree with my thoughts and that’s okay! I hope you enjoy reading about mine.
Rating: 1 Star
A chaotic, thirty-something woman obsessed with losing weight, quitting smoking, and being single verse being married.
Wow. I don’t even know where to start. My TBR this month had all four Bridget Jones books on it but I struggled not to throw the book out the window halfway through the second one and abandoned ship after I painstakingly forced myself to get to the end of two.
I wish I could say I enjoyed these books but, honestly Bridget isn’t relatable in any context. At thirty she was obsessed with her weight (though she did absolutely nothing to make any actual changes, except write about going to the gym “later” and starting a diet every single day.) She complained about smoking too much (and I’m not sure how she went some days smoking not a single cigarette and other days smoking two packs?) but didn’t stick to any non-smoking plans. She whined a lot about the men she dated and even more about the men who’d dumped her and carried on and on about all these self-help mantras and beliefs, even though the second she was actually able to put any of them to the test she went crawling back to men who treated her poorly (Daniel). She lamented about the problem with men, when she literally seemed incapable of communicating to her boyfriends at all.
And above all of that, what was impossible to make her likeable was the fact that she was late to everything. At what point does she not realize that she can’t procrastinate (especially when it comes to work and flights!) and expect that everything will turn out just fine, because she’s decided that day that she’s going for a more Zen lifestyle (only until she realizes she’s missed important deadlines, and she then becomes irrationally stressed out.)
Whether or not she had a boyfriend, her life could have been so much better if she’d been less flaky and actually taken charge of the things she could control. She might not be able to force a good relationship, but she could certainly have invested herself more in her job, or in finding one she was passionate about.
Also, what was the entire point of her mother’s storyline? That was the most illogical randomness I couldn’t see any reason for.
I wanted to like this book. I thought it would be a funny story that I’d be able to relate to as a thirty something single woman and I watched the first movie a long time ago and remember enjoying it. But I couldn’t even begin to like Bridget’s character. She was annoying, whiny, and illogical.