Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy by Helen Fielding. The 3rd book in the Bridget Jones series, the first of which was truly delightful. Loved it to pieces. I often use the abbreviation v. for very (as in “that meal was v. good!”) in homage to Bridg. I read some snarky reviews about this one. And I suppose no one really wants to read about a 50 year old as much as as 29 year old, especially in jolly old London. But I liked it. Lots of the diary entries were tedious but the emotion was still there. And I loved that Bridget’s toy boy (come ON, Helen, just use the American version “Boy Toy” — it’s soooo much better) was the real deal and not some set up for Bridget’s humiliation. La.
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