Mad about the book! ‘Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy”
6:33 p.m. Just finished hilarious, poignant, and – yes – touching new novel from Helen Fielding. After an absence of fourteen years, Bridget Jones is back. Hadn’t heard from her since “Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason.” It’s about time.
6:36 p.m. Gaah! This really isn’t a spoiler, as Bridget reveals pretty quickly that she is now a middle-aged (!) widow with two young Darcy children. But, even though her Mr. Darcy is a tough act to follow, Bridget is ready to find love again.
She’s mourned Mark, the victim of a land mine, for more than four years. Now, prodded by her old friends Tom, Jude and Talitha, she’s become a cougar. Roxster – who she met by tweeting – is her 30-year-old toy boy. As much as he “hearts” her, she knows there’s no future in him.
6:41 p.m. Bridget’s dealing with the big issues here, from online dating and taking meetings about her optioned screenplay – a modern take on Hedda Gabbler (sic) --to her household's infestation of head lice and the etiquette of texting:
12:05 p.m. Still Roxster has not texted. Maybe I should text him? Clearly, in textbook terms, the gentleman should text the lady first after intercourse, but perhaps the whole socio-etiquettical system breaks down when an insect plague is involved.
6:55 p.m. She takes Roxster to Talitha’s 60th birthday bash. Fielding hasn’t lost her comic touch here:
He grabbed another vodka cocktail, a beer and a Red Bull, knocked them down, and asked for refills. Roxster was wild, he was exuberant. Roxster was, let’s face it, rapidly becoming paralytic.
He bounded onto the dance floor. . . I had never actually seen Roxster dance before. The band was playing a Supertramp hit and I stared at him in astonishment, as a space cleared around him, and I realized that his chosen dance style was pointing. He knew all the words to Supertramp, he was singing along, strutting like John Travolta, pointing in every direction and then, just before the instrumental break, pointing at the stage as if conducting the band.
6:59 p.m. Bridget is gamely doing her best to keep up with the Joneses who are masters of technology. Who doesn’t pledge to:
• Go on email for one hour only per day instead of spending entire day in helpless cyber-cycle of email, news stories, Calendar, Google and shopping and holiday websites whilst texting, then not answering any of emails anyway.
7:02 p.m.: Bridget, like every mother, worries about her parenting skills:
They know, they know, we’re on terrible flimsy ground, and their mother is a Botoxed, failed cougar idiot who’s going to crash the car, and doesn’t know what she’s doing, what she’s supposed to be doing or how she’s supposed to do it, and they’re going to be taken into care by the Social Services and –
7:05 p.m. Roxster’s not the only one who “hearts” Bridget. Only a f-wit would fail to be mad about this book.
“Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy” is available on amazon.com and at your favorite New York bookstores