Plot: Fourteen years after landing Mark Darcy, Bridget’s life has taken her places she never expected. But despite the new challenges of single parenting, online dating, wildly morphing dress sizes, and bafflingly complex remote controls, she is the same irrepressible and endearing soul we all remember—though her talent for embarrassing herself in hilarious ways has become dangerously amplified now that she has 752 Twitter followers. As Bridget navigates head lice epidemics, school-picnic humiliations, and cross-generational sex, she learns that life isn’t over when you start needing reading glasses—and why one should never, ever text while drunk.
Studded with witty observations about the perils and absurdities of our times, Mad About the Boy is both outrageously comic and genuinely moving. As we watch her dealing with heartbreaking loss and rediscovering love and joy, Bridget invites us to fall for her all over again.
Rating: 6.5/10
My little reading challenge is progressing much better than my Blindspot 2016 challenge, and I am rapidly going through books. Touch wood, but so far I’ve enjoyed both the books I read. The Longest Ride by Nicholas Sparks was first to be finished, and not a bad read, and I finished Mad About the Boy last night.
I’m going to go on about the size a bit, because this book is too thick for what it is about. Reading about Twitter followers, nits, weight, fires and boy toys are entertaining for the first hundred pages, but it gets boring rather quickly. The book was running on fumes at the end, I was questioning Bridget’s parenting skills most harshly and the main event this book was so obviously hurtling towards was rushed within ten pages.
Mark Darcy’s death. This cat was let out of the bag the second the book was released hence I had no surprise when I finally read that it had happened. My feelings towards it? Shattered. He is a perfect literary character and his power only strengthened by the fact that Colin Firth portrayed him so well in the movie adaption. The sections where Bridget finally sits down and thinks of him is heart wrenching. I understand why the writer went that route – to bring a book out about Bridget it would either have to be after his death or after their divorce, and I will take his death before the thought that they could ever be divorced.
Bridget with too much money and children. Her relationship with her children was sweet and beautiful at stages, but I also questioned her parenting skills. I maintain that when you have children you are certainly allowed to still enjoy life, but never to a point where you don’t take care of the children you conceived. Ever. Male or female parents, I draw a firm line. You chose to raise a kid, you raise them. Okay, now that that is out of the way, I guess you can see that Bridget’s parenting did not sit too well for me.
Mr. Wallaker. Come on. Everyone could spot this a mile away.
The book is basically the first novel with some extras.
Weight: Yes
Obsessive eating: yes
Playboy: Daniel/Roxster
Eventual responsible love: Mark Darcy/MrWallaker
I didn’t hate the book. It is just not equal to the first. It has some funny and some sad and despite the size, it is an easy read.
Have you read the book? What did you think?
Life of this city girl 