When a friend comes back.

When Bridget Jones’s Diary came out in 1996 I was 22, and at the prime age for feeling and understand EVERY.SINGLE.WORD.

I read it, put it down for a month or so and then reread it again and again.

When The Edge of Reason came out, I was nervous and as much as I was glad to read some more, it wasn’t as good as the original.

When the films came out I refused to go to the cinema, firstly as there was no way an American could be Bridget Jones, she was the person in my head I imagined when I read the book. But well yeah I had to give in a little and when I finally did see the films I quite enjoyed the first. (again not so much the 2nd)

Living in my mostly non news bubble that I do, I didn’t even know there was to be a third book until it came out, and then the pondering of shall I read it or not. I resisted for a week or so, and had seen others had read and enjoyed.

With a trip up to London this week I needed something to read so that morning I went to amazon and got it for the kindle app.

I started (if I am honest with a really negative mindset) reading, trying to not laugh and smile. But a few pages in and I was smiling, and loving it. And ok Bridget is now a few (like millions *cough*)years older than me now, but the added commentary on tweets just made it all so close to home.

I took screen grabs of quite a few pages that I was just sitting going YES THAT IS ME.

But as well as welcoming Bridget back, another thing that was so welcome was this word.

Bridget Jones | Mad about the boy | Fuckwit

I finished it earlier today, and really didn’t want to, it was such a comforting, funny, warm read.  Yes a bit silly, yes too close to home, but I enjoyed every (fake kindle) page.

Now…Roxter or Mr Wallaker?

*grins*