No Mark Darcy? Not Interested.
… At least that was my first thought upon hearing the handsome, loveable man of
my every girl’s dreams had been (gasp!) killed off in the latest installment of the Bridget Jones series.
Alas- my love for Bridget and her endearing quirks transcended. I knew I couldn’t live without hearing the end of the saga… and, after all- there was still Daniel.
Mad About the Boy follows a now 51-year-old Bridget left widowed after the aforementioned death of her love Mark Darcy. Forced back into proverbial saddle, Bridget must navigate a world of online dating, endless waxing appointments, and Twitter- all while juggling two small children.
I’ll admit, I thought the plot sounded a bit pathetic at first (images of Sex and The City II sprang to mind)
, and that maybe Helen Fielding should’ve quit while she was ahead- Larry David styles.
In the end, however, I think Fielding- and Bridget- actually kind of pulled it off. Bridget’s charm and humor still shone through- albeit not quite as brightly as in the first two books. I can’t believe I’m saying this, but ditching Mark and making Bridget single again actually proved to be an effective strategy. It brought her back to the fumbling, neurotic single lady we know and love- and which I at least, can really relate to.
The whole school e-mail threads, middle-aged malaise and removing nits from her children’s hair thing I couldn’t really get behind, but I’m sure some (older) readers will relate. (What? I’m still 27 for 3 more hours. I’m allowed to say that!).
I think the ultimate test will be how this book translates on film. Although it may sound counter-intuitive, I’ve always preferred the Bridget Jones movies to the actual books themselves. I wonder why? (*COUGH* COLIN FIRTH *COUGH*)
…. aaaaand just one more for good measure: