Jessica's review
Bridget Jones's Diary by Helen Fielding
Jessica's review
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bookshelves: chicklits, crazy-ladies
recommended for: chicks, and maybe non-chicks baffled by the chick mind
status: Read in April, 2007
rating:
bookshelves: chicklits, crazy-ladies
recommended for: chicks, and maybe non-chicks baffled by the chick mind
status: Read in April, 2007
I didn't enjoy this book in an ironic way, or in a it's-good-even-though-, or I-can't-believe-I-do-but-I-perversely-can't-help-it or any other angled, roundabout, halfway indirect from behind kind of way.... No. I sat on my couch and wolfed this thing down in one sitting while laughing my ass off.
I read it last spring when I decided I was curious about what "chick-lit" was, so that I could form an opinion and generally improve my likelihood of passing as a somewhat informed member of civilization. This was not the only "chick-lit" book I attempted. I tried *Bergdorf Blondes*, the first few pages of which made me want to stab my eyes out with a rusty fork; well, maybe it made me more want to stab someone else's eyes out (Plum Sykes springs to mind), but my point is that it wasn't just bad but actually highly disturbing. Disturbing as in, does not so much shake as demolish one's faith in humanity and makes one tremble in horror at the times we're evidently living ...more
I read it last spring when I decided I was curious about what "chick-lit" was, so that I could form an opinion and generally improve my likelihood of passing as a somewhat informed member of civilization. This was not the only "chick-lit" book I attempted. I tried *Bergdorf Blondes*, the first few pages of which made me want to stab my eyes out with a rusty fork; well, maybe it made me more want to stab someone else's eyes out (Plum Sykes springs to mind), but my point is that it wasn't just bad but actually highly disturbing. Disturbing as in, does not so much shake as demolish one's faith in humanity and makes one tremble in horror at the times we're evidently living ...more
"it's more about the constant, compulsive agony self-inflicted by a woman cursed not only with zero impulse control and a ravenous id, but also obsessively high standards for herself and a ridiculous amount of guilt and self-scrutiny about virtually everything she does." - not only women feel this way, y'know (though, lord knows, i've been called a woman enough).
I too loved this book. I never would have thought I'd identify with anything in it, was incredibly skeptical going in - and then instantly won over. Bridget nervously calling up Daniel and leaving the frenzied, spontaneous message: "Calling to see if you'll be attending the skirt summit - click." This book made the phenomenon of chick lit make sense to me. Of course, like Jessica, everything I attempted to read afterwards went drastically downhill.
i can't help but draw a parallel between this and science fiction; it's not not (necessarily) what you imagine.
"Well, I would. And I did! Because it's not really about her trying to lose weight (although I guess it kind of is), it's more about the constant, compulsive agony self-inflicted by a woman cursed not only with zero impulse control and a ravenous id, but also obsessively high standards for herself and a ridiculous amount of guilt and self-scrutiny about virtually everything she does. but also obsessively high standards for herself and a ridiculous amount of guilt and self-scrutiny about virtually everything she does. "I am not sure your impulse control is as low as zero, but i have to agree that the rest of this assessment does seem to fit. Brutally honest of you to admit it and identify, though there are actually worse problems that people have.
I didn't see the movie, partly because I rarely get around to seeing any movies, but mostly because Rene Zellweger makes me throw up in my mouth a little, plus I was massively irritated by the media hype surrounding her astoundingly brave, selfless decision to GAIN A FEW POUNDS -- o, horror of horrors! -- for her Art.
Jessica - say what you like about Renee, I thought her posh English accent was absolutely bang on the button. Couldn't believe it when I heard her talk in her normal Texan.
(Mind you, I grew up with Dick van Dyke - "on the rooftops of London - coo, wot a soight!")
I think I just saw a few minutes of the other Bridget Jones movie on TNT. Admittedly, I haven't yet finished Bridget Jones's Diary but, based on what I've read so far, I can't imagine she ends up in a Thai prison for inadvertantly attempting to smuggle a large quantity of cocaine or heroin into Britain and then decides to trade her pink bra for several cigarettes before teaching the entire group cell full of female Thai prisoners the lyrics and choreography to "Like A Virgin." I feel like I'm on crazy pills.
