Bridget Jones
Bridget Jones’s Diary by Helen Fielding
Re-reading this was completely inspired by a Bridget Jones movie night plus chips and pickle dip (which, I’m pretty sure, is the only correct way to watch Bridget Jones). Can it be true – I think I actually prefer the movie to the book!
Interesting fact: when I read the diary in the ninth grade, I remember that all the records of her weight were meaningless to me as the measurements were all given in stones. In the copy I read this time, her weight is recorded in pounds. Was this changed for the American reprint?
“That is just such crap,” I slurred. “How dare you be so fraudulently flirtatious, cowardly, and dysfunctional? I am not interested in emotional fuckwittage. Good-bye.”
It was great. You should have seen his face. But now I am home I am sunk into gloom. I may have been right, but my reward, I know, will be to end up all alone, half-eaten by an Alsatian.
