“Why do I always get myself into such a mess?” seems to be the embodiment of Bridget Jones life, and the 51-year-old version of Bridget is no exception. ‘Mad about the Boy’, written by Helen Fielding is the third and final installment following the entertaining but catastrophic life of Bridget Jones – and it’s no disappointment.
Things have changed since ‘The Edge of Reason’, Bridget is now widowed from perfect Mark Darcy and Bridget finds herself alone and bringing up two children, with reminders of her loneliness wherever she goes. This may sound bleak to many fans of the previous two books and films, but ‘Mad about the Boy’ is still as sharp, witty and original as before. Bridget finds herself once again on the dating scene – and her anguish and despair of reaching 51 just makes her more desperate and hilariously hopeless than ever.
Obsessing over: twitter followers, pounds gained and lost in weight, clicks on her dating site, texts from her new younger man, getting botox and calories/alcohol units consumed, ‘Mad about the Boy’ appears as the ramblings of a mad woman – until you remember, it’s the Bridget Jones we all know and love.
Although ‘Mad about the Boy’ will keep you laughing from start to finish, with eating mozzarella in handfuls straight out the fridge, getting excited over a new twitter follower and texting when drunk, reminding us all of embarrassing moments we’ve all been through, the new grown-up novel also touches upon some tragic ideas, not often discussed in previous Bridget Jones’ books. Her genuine loneliness and grief over the loss of Mark Darcy, presents Bridget of a woman more real than ever. However, all is not lost (apart from the reminder that this means no more Colin Firth in the next film- tragic) and in typical Bridget style, understandably, love is found again, although in the most unexpected of ways.
‘Mad about the Boy’ is truly a must-read, a heartwarming story, with a few life lessons for us all to learn from – along with the reminder that as bad as everything seems, it will get better.
By Elizabeth Clark