Helen Fielding’s iconic modern single woman, Bridget Jones, is an every woman. She is in her 30’s, curvaceous, smokes too much, drinks too much and spends too much time thinking about her boss, Daniel Cleaver. She is also funny, engaging, warm, flawed and real. Making her debut in 1995 in a newspaper column, Bridget has become the voice for the average woman who is simply trying to figure out what she wants from her life and who she wants to spend it with.
The latest story in Bridget’s crazy life is Bridget Jones’s Baby. Published last year, Bridget is at a major crossroads. After sleeping with both of her ex’s (Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy), she finds herself pregnant, with both men angling to be both the baby’s father and her future partner. Can Bridget choose which man she wants to be with and more importantly, which man is her child’s father?
The first thing that came to mind when I started reading the book was the movie that was released last year. There were changes between the book and the movie, which I will not spoil. However, I will say that it took me a while to get into the book. As much as I wish I could say that I loved it, I can’t. It’s not the best book I’ve read, but it’s not the worst either.
Do I recommend it? Maybe.