Bridget is back! I LOVED Bridget Jones back in the day – I found it proper, laugh-out-loud hilarious. But I’m older and wiser now, just like Bridget (sort of). Now I’ve given up chick-lit, would I still find Ms Jones funny?
In short. Yes.
Bridget is now the widowed Mrs Darcy, in her 50s, with two very young children. Still funny, still ditzy, still dreaming, still running late, still obsessing over outfits and calories and weight. Mrs Darcy is still very much Bridget Jones and she has been aged perfectly. All of the old characters are there (apart from Shazzer) and they’ve all got back stories as their lives have moved on too.
There are very few sentences in the book, which aren’t funny and aren’t quintessentially Bridget. BUT there’s something else too. A vein of sadness which runs right the way through the book. And you may be surprised to hear that it’s beautifully done. There were plenty of times when I was in proper floods of tears reading it. Because Bridget is a widow trying to bring up two small kids and I think we can all imagine how hard that must be.
The Boy of the title is Roxster – Bridget’s toy boy, who helps her find a bit of happiness again, five years on from Mark Darcy’s death. There’s also a supporting cast of competitive mums and improbably named children (Atticus and Cosmato) and an irritating teacher who always sees Bridget at her worst.
Looking for that perfect easy summer read? Look no further than Bridget Jones.