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Lurching through a morass of self-help-book theories and mad advice from Jude and Shazzer, struggling with a boyfriend-stealing ex-friend with thighs like a baby giraffe, an 8ft hole in the living-room wall, a mother obsessed with boiled-egg peelers, and a builder obsessed with large reservoir fish, Bridget embarks on a spiritual epiphany, which takes her from the cappuccino queues of Notting Hill to the palm-and magic-mushroom-kissed shores of... Bridget is back. V.g. |

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I've been reading a few diaries lately,
with Adrian Mole and the Princess Diaries, and I really enjoy the
format. Not entirely sure I'll get on with the thigh-obsessed angst and
the strange drive to get and hold on to a man. Like a fish needs a
bicycle, and all that! However, having enjoyed the movie of Miss Jones's
original saga I thought I'd give the book a try, and the opportunity
presented itself via BC so I took it. V.g! (See I'm already getting into
the spirit of it:) ) |
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I realised very quickly that I was going
to really enjoy this book, and have made a decision that I must
read the original Bridget first. And so, I have purchased both books and
will read them in order as soon as I can get my act together enough to
read them. If I don't get to them soon I'll be reading them as part of
the BBC Big Read, so there's no great pressure. |