I am a huge fan of the Bridget Jones movies. I knew it was only a matter of time before I got my hands on the books to read them. Though I have to admit, this may be one of those instances where the movie is better than the book. The books are great. They fun, entertaining, and somewhat relatable. But they don’t seem to have the same heart as the movies.
And that’s all I’m going to say about that. I try to avoid cross-media comparisons in general, but the anomaly deserved mentioning.
Actually written by Helen Fielding, both Bridget Jones books are written in a diary format under the guise of fictional character Bridget Jones (whodda thunk it?). Bridget is a 30-something, single woman. She has trouble with dating, is annoyed with her job(s), and has the most insane over-the-top mother ever. I don’t know how her mother even functions. IF she were a real person, she would be on lots of drugs. Bridget has two main love interests – Daniel Cleaver (her chauvinist boss) and Mark Darcy (a human rights lawyer/barrister-depending on which version you read). She gets into lots of trouble, has lots of antics, and experiences almost every embarrassing any woman has ever had. She’s the modern answer to I Love Lucy, albeit more blindly innocent than the audacious red-head. Her anxieties are what make Bridget human and relatable.
Bridget Jones’s Diary
Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason