Bridget Jones, the heroine from Helen Fielding's popular novels, takes it upon herself to write a self-help book for thirty-something-year old single women like herself. I would recommend reading this before reading Bridget Jones's Diary; otherwise you'll just get a 60-page rehashing of some of the novel's funnier parts. luckily, that's how I read it in the first place, so there were no problems for me.
Light, witty, insubstantial. I remember when I first bought this over 10 years ago I thought it was just as funny and brilliant as the Bridget Jones novels. Now it’s enough to entertain me for 45 minutes or so while waiting for my car to be serviced, but it didn’t make me laugh out loud like it used to – probably because it’s a very condensed version of recycled ideas from the novels, and contains very little new content.
I didn't expect much (differently than many other readers out there, especially those who left reviews here), so I wasn't disappointed. It is just Bridget Jones like stuff, probably how her journal would actually look like. Very quick, funny at times, overall enjoyable read. Would I read this again? Of course not. Would I recommend it to someone who hasn't read all Bridget Jones books (I definitely wouldn't.) But for the time being, this one time reading experience was alright.
Narrated by Bridget Jones, and taking place somewhere within the chronology of The Edge of Reason, this book- err... novella- err... collection of short satires in the fashion that Helen Fielding is so masterful at executing. The prose sings and brings forth recollections from Mark Twain's "A Gentleman's Burlesque" and Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary. Packaged with pictures, this 55 page volume holds a mirror to our society that now is so often found within the recesses of the Internet.