My rating: 1 of 5 stars
Genre: Contemporary, Chick Lit, Humor
Bridget Jones is a 20-something single woman who is trying her best to lose weight, better herself, and find a man.
And… that’s basically most of what happens through this whole book.
You know those books that are incredibly popular and you just know you’re going to eat it up like a big bowl of cookies & cream ice cream? The kind of ice cream that is so delectably good that you know it qualifies as a “guilty pleasure.” I mean, there’s a movie based on the book and it’s obviously very relatable and humorous to a lot of people.
And then you read it and… you don’t like it at all.
I wanted to love this book. I did.
But really, Bridget is the most boring character I have ever come across. There is nothing about her that makes her unique, besides her constant judgement of herself. Her only desire is to have a boyfriend, but she doesn’t really “work” for anything. Everything just sort of happens, with her pining away in her diary. Even new situations in her career aren’t by her design: they just fall in her lap.
After finishing this book, I put it down feeling like nothing really had even happened in it.
Also, the humor was a swing and a miss for me. Really, I’m not sure I cracked a smile. Maybe you’re thinking it’s because I am basically Grumpy Cat. Because that would true.
And y’all, she’s 123 pounds and is on a obsessive spree to lose 1.5 inches from her thighs.
And her obsession with weight loss fills pages upon pages.
Do you feel bad about yourself yet? Because read this book and you’ll wonder if you should.