As I began reading this book, I was struck by how much it felt like a visit with an old friend. I loved the previous Bridget Jones books. But after a few pages I began to reevaluate my opinion. You see, reading this book was like visiting an old friend and then remembering why you haven’t contacted that old friend for the past 15 years. Good grief, Bridget can be annoying.
The form of this book is the same as the previous ones. It’s a diary format. Each day Bridget records her weight, calories and alcohol units consumed and various other details. This just feels tired after 3 books.
The worst part is this. Mark Darcy is dead. This is not a spoiler so don’t worry. The whole premise of the book is how Bridget lives her life as a 50 something widow with 2 very young children. This presented me with two problems.
1) I can’t get past Mark Darcy being dead. I know he is a made up person but Colin Firth played him in the movie and that made me think how sad I would be if Colin Firth died. You see how this deal just spiraled out of control?
2) Bridget has a 5 and 7 year old child. The book is filled with madcap antics as Bridget tries to negotiate school drop off lines, parent meetings, etc. Ya’ll this is my life every day. Reading about a mom (other than myself) losing her mind every day is not entertainment for me. Plus Bridget is twelve years older than me and her kids are younger. And that just made me feel tired.