Our favorite British heroine Bridget Jones is joining the motherhood industrial complex. Author Helen Fielding (who is one of the most brilliant comedic authors of our time) is bringing back Bridget, her granny pants, and now a nursing bra in “Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy,” which will be available from Random House in mid-October.
For me, this means I get to relive the year 2001 all over again.
I read the first Bridget Jones’ Diary book while in college and simply couldn’t put it down. I finished it within 48 hours and laughed so much I’m surprised I didn’t cry while peeing, and when the film finally hit the big screen, I screamed with delight at the thought of seeing COLIN FIRTH as Mark Darcy (let me give you a second there to swoon). The second book and film might not have been as great as the first, but it did deliver a few good moments and made me even grow fond of Hugh Grant who I have a weird hate crush on (even though his performance in About A Boy did that, too). Hate, as in not digging his player ways, and the crush part coming from the fact that he is simply irresistibly charming and British.
Even when I was going through my Bridget Jones withdrawals circa 2005-2006, I followed up with Helen Fielding’s online column in The Independent, which gave me a little preview of a pregnant Bridget Jones and how she planned on dressing her future baby in the best that Juicy Couture and Gap Kids had to offer (and how she thought pregnancy was menopause, but then realized it wasn’t when she threw up cherry-colored vomit on Daniel Cleaver’s new Mercedes Benz).
The only problem with this third book though, is that the timing of its release might be a few years too late. Bridget Jones’ die-hard fans are a little bit older and wiser now, and I’m not sure if we are willing to see Colin Firth and Hugh Grant run around like lost teenagers along with Renee Zellweger in a fat suit, when the three of them are either pushing 50 or are in their fifties. With that being said, I’m sure that there are going to be moments of goofiness, but I do hope that the characters stay in touch with reality. Seeing Bridget get caught nursing her baby boy in a changing room by Daniel Cleaver and his new, hot and much younger girlfriend might not cut it with audiences anymore.
Still, I am curious enough to find out how Bridget will handle motherhood and all the spits, sleepless nights, and nappy changes that comes with it. Is Bridget going to start a mommy blog? (How awesome would it be if she blogged for Babble, right?) Is she going to be a single mum? Is she going back to work after giving birth? Is her baby’s name going to be GEORGE? And most importantly, is she going to try and mimic Kate Middleton’s maternity style? I swear, October can’t get here fast enough!
Plus, it’s the return of MARK DARCY 4EVA!
So please, Bridget, Helen Fielding, and company: Do not disappoint me with this book. I’ve been waiting almost a decade for its release and when it comes out, I plan to move somewhere far, far away from my kids so I can read it with both enjoyment and peace and a good glass of Chardonnay. And if I must cry while peeing after going through a heavy fit of laughter, then so be it!
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