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Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy [Format Kindle]

Helen Fielding
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Saturday 8 September 2012

Just woke up from delicious, sensual dream all mixed up with Daniel and Leatherjacketman. Suddenly feel different: sensual, womanly and yet that makes me feel so guilty, as if I’m being unfaithful to Mark and yet . . . is so sensual feeling like a sensual woman, with a sensual side which is sensually . . . oh. Children are awake.

11:30 a.m. Entire morning has been totally sensual and lovely. Started day with all three of us in my bed, cuddling and watching telly. Then had breakfast. Then played hide and seek. Then drew and colored in Moshi Monsters, then did obstacle course all in pajamas, all the while with roast chicken emitting delicious fragrance from the Aga.

11:31 a.m. Am perfect mother and sensual woman with 
sensual possibilities. I mean maybe someone like Leather-
jacketman could join in with this scenario 
and. . . .

11:32 a.m. Billy: “Can we do computer, now it’s Saturday?”

11:33 a.m. Mabel: “Want to watch SpongeBob.”

11:35 a.m. Suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and desire to read papers in echoing silence. Just for ten minutes.

“Mummeee! De TV is broken.”

Realized, horrified, Mabel had got hold of the remotes. I started jabbing at buttons, at which white flecks appeared, accompanied by loud crackling.

“Snow!” said Mabel, excitedly, just as the dishwasher started beeping.

“Mummy!” said Billy. “The computer’s run out of charge.”

“Well, plug it in again!” I said shoving my head into the cupboard full of wires under the telly.

“Night!” said Mabel as the TV screen went black, and the tumble-dryer joined in the beeping.

“This charger doesn’t work.”

“Well, go on the Xbox!”

“It’s not working.”

“Maybe it’s the Internet connection.”

“Mummy! I’ve unplugged the AirPort, I can’t get it in again.”

Realizing my thermostat was veering dangerously towards red, I scampered off up the stairs saying, “Time to get dressed, special treat! I’ll get your clothes.” Then ran into their bedroom and burst out, “I hate fucking technology. Why can’t everyone just FUCKING SHUT UP AND LET ME READ THE PAPERS.”

Suddenly lurched in horror. The baby listener was on! Oh God, oh God. Should have got rid of it ages ago but paranoid as single parent, fear of death, etc., etc. Ran downstairs to find Billy racked by sobs.

“Oh Billy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it. Was it the baby listener?”

“Nooooooooo!” he yelled. “The Xbox is frozen.”

“Mabel, did you hear Mummy in the baby listener?”

“No,” she said staring delightedly at the television. “De TV is mended.”

It was showing a page asking for the Virgin TV password.

“Billy, what’s the Virgin password?” I said.

“Isn’t it the same as your banker’s card, 1066?”

“OK, I’ll do the Xbox, you put in the password,” I said just as the doorbell rang.

“That password won’t work.”“Mummeee!” said Mabel.

“Shh, both of you!” I yelled. “There’s SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!”

Ran up the stairs, head a mass of guilty thoughts: “I’m a terrible mother, there is a hole inside them left by the loss of their father which they are trying to fill with technology,” and opened the door.

It was Jude, looking glamorous but hungover and tearful.

“Oh Bridge,” she said, falling into my arms. “I just can’t stand another Saturday morning on my own.”

“What happened . . . tell Mummy . . .” I said then remembered Jude was a grown-up financial giant.

“The guy I met on Match.com and went out with the day before the Stronghold? The one I had a snog with?”

“Yes?” I said trying vaguely to remember which one.

“He didn’t call. And then last night, he copied me in on a global text saying his wife has just had a baby girl 6 lbs 12 oz.”

“OhMyGod. That’s disgusting. That’s inhuman.”

“All these years I didn’t want children and people kept saying I’d change my mind. They were right. I’m going to get my eggs unfrozen.”

“Jude,” I said. “You made a choice. Just because some guy is a fuckwit it doesn’t mean it was the wrong choice. It’s a good choice for you. Children are . . . are . . . ” I glanced murderously back down the stairs.
She held out her phone showing an Instagram picture of the Fuckwit holding his baby.

“. . . cuddly and lovely and pink and 6 lbs 12 oz and all I do is work and hook up and I’m all on my own on a Saturday morning. And. . . . ”

“Come downstairs,” I said, darkly. “I’ll show you cuddly and lovely.”

We clomped back down. Billy and Mabel were now standing cherub-like, holding out a drawing saying, “We Love You Mummy.”

“We’re going to empty the dishwasher, Mummy,” said Billy. “To help you.”

Shit! What was wrong with them?

“Thank you, children. That would be lovely,” I purred, bustling Jude back upstairs, and outside the front door, before they did something worse like emptying the recycling bin.

“I’m going to defrost the eggs,” sobbed Jude as we sat down on the steps. “The technology was primitive then. Crude even, but it might work if . . . I mean I could get a sperm donor and. . . . ”

Suddenly the upstairs window in the house opposite shot open and a pair of Xbox remotes hurtled out, landing with a smash next to the dustbins.

Seconds later, the front door flung open and the bohemian neighbor appeared, dressed in fluffy pink mules, a Victorian nightdress, and a small bowler hat, carrying an armful of laptops, iPads, and iPods. She teetered down the front steps and shoved the electronics in the dustbin, followed by her son and two more boys wailing, “Noooooo! I haven’t finished my leveeeeeeel!”

“Good!” she yelled. “When I signed up for having children, I did NOT sign up to be ruled by a collection of inanimate thin black objects and a gaggle of TECHNO-CRACKHEADS refusing to do anything but stare with jabbing thumbs, while demanding that I SERVICE them like a computer tech crossed with a five-star-hotel concierge. When I didn’t have you, everyone spent their entire time saying I’d change my mind. And guess what? I’ve had you. I’ve brought you up. And I’ve CHANGED MY MIND!”

I stared at her, thinking, “I have to be friends with that woman.”

“Children of your age in India live entirely successfully as street urchins,” she continued. “So you can just sit on that doorstep and instead of putting your ENTIRE BRAINS into getting to the next level on MINECRAFT, you can apply them to CHANGING MY MIND about letting you back in. And don’t you dare touch that dustbin or I shall sell you to the HUNGER GAMES.”

Then, with a toss of her bowler-hatted head, she flounced back into the house and slammed the door.

“Mummeee!” Shouting and crying erupted from my own basement. “Mummeee!”

“Want to come back in?” I said to Jude.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Jude said, happy now, getting to her feet. “You’re completely right. I have made the right choice. Just a bit hungover. I just need to have breakfast and a Bloody Mary at Soho House and read the papers and I’ll be fine. Thanks, Bridge. Love you. Byee!”

Then she teetered off in her Versace knee-length gladiator sandals, looking hungoverly fabulous.

I looked back across the street. The three boys were sitting in a line on the doorstep.

“Everything all right?” I said.

The dark-haired son grinned. “Yeah, it’s fine. She just gets like this. She’ll be all right in a minute.”

He glanced behind him to check the door was still closed, and pulled an iPod out of his pocket. Then the boys started giggling, moved closer together, and bent over the iPod.

Revue de presse

"Bridget's back and it's v.v. good... I laughed, I cried and most of all I loved'" (Daily Mail)

"Sharp and humorous...snappily written, observationally astute...genuinely moving" (New York Times Book Review)

"A fun fast-paces, entertaining ride...I devoured the book in two days" (Cosmopolitan)

"Laugh out loud funny" (Financial Times)

"You'll be left feeling like you've just met up with an old pal you haven't seen for ages - and wish you could have done it sooner." (Closer)

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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Globalement une bonne suite 15 novembre 2013
Par Angelheart VOIX VINE
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Vivement critiqué à sa sorti, ce roman est pourtant un bon petit roman de "Chick-Lit". Il est léger, facile à lire, prévisible et nous renvoie une image de notre propre quotidien qui est plutôt amusante.

Vous connaissez certainement Bridget Jones, que ce soit par le roman d'Helen Fielding, qui, en 1983, a lancé la mode de ce genre littéraire, ou encore par le film avec l'inoubliable Renée Zellweger. Quoi qu'il en soit, Helen Fielding était attendu au tournant. Si elle ne nous livre pas le roman parfait à l'image du premier tome dont on rêvait ce roman reste bon, à un "hic" près.

Est-ce que ce roman est drôle? OUI
Est-ce qu'il innove? OUI puisque Bridget a dépassé la cinquantaine!
Ainsi, après les trentenaires célibattantes que l'auteur nous a présenté dans le Journal de Bridget Jones, les quadragénaires que nous suivons avec plaisir dans "Desperate Housewives" nous voilà face aux quinquagénaires. C'est bien! On voit qu'on restera toujours fofolle dans la tête.

Le seul et unique hic est la situation de Bridget :
elle est évidemment célibataire, sinon ce livre n'aurait pas eu d'intérêt.

Seulement, au lieu d'être divorcée - comme des millions de femmes et donc "nous" - elle est veuve d'un homme avec lequel elle vivait une vie maritale harmonieuse jusqu'à son décès. Elle était donc, au cour des dernières années, heureuse dans une vie de couple avec deux enfants, un garçon une fille. Et ça, admettez le, ce n'est pas "notre" Bridget.
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Oui 8 novembre 2013
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Beaucoup se sont plaint de la très médiatisée et très triste disparition de Marc Darcy. Mais c'est pourtant le propre de Bridget Jones d'être célibataire. Il fallait que le personnage disparaisse, sinon, qu'aurait-elle eu à nous raconter ? Sa vie maritale parfaite ? Aucun intérêt.
J'ai trouvé le livre à la hauteur de mes attentes. Aussi marrant que les autres.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Mad About the Boy 31 mars 2014
Par v
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Very funny book. Liked it a lot-we tend to love people who are clumsier and less fortunate than ourselves.
Bridget, in the first place, a Singleton, becomes a single widowed mother with 2 little children. All my regrets to Mrs. Darcy about Mr. Darcy. Thanks for keeping Daniel anyway!
It looks like the author has matured with her heroine: instead of lot of snogging and a bit of shagging, there are vomiting, farting, lot of F-words and sex with a lot of sensual details.
Bridget now is updated to modern reality: she is on Twitter, in online-dating and a lot of texting, having a toy boy, keeping old friends, all but Shazzer and still obsessing about food, alcohol, cigarettes, sex and men. Having a nanny and a cleaning lady, trying to become a script-writer without any obvious success.
No longer broken thanks to the money of Mark Darcy she is taking care of herself and a bit of her children. Geriatric mother, who tells that she lives in London but it feels like she lives in LA.
In general funny, simple and same old odd Bridget with all her obsessions intact plus new technology, children and 20 years more.
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 What a disapointment... 22 janvier 2015
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Waiting for so long to get a sequel of Bridget Jones' adventures to read this...
That was a profound disappointment for me...
I don't want to spoil the book so if you didn't read it don't read the following:
First Of All, Bridget is a widow.... Whaaaaaat? This made the book so sad, whatever good could happen to Bridget, nothing could outpass the death of Marc Darcy... Which, to me made me feel very very dad...
It's a bunch of encounters not really digged enough, how can we emphasize if we don't like, nor even know the characters around her? This book made me feel sad, that's pretty much it.. Dealing with the loss of a husband, raising a family on your own, worrying about finding the right one in your fifties... I'm not saying is book is bad, but it's not what I had in mind for the sequel of Bridget Jones... I would have imagine something lighter...
Plus, despite of her 20 years older, Bridget doesn't seem to be that mature... I can't count the number of times the word "fart" appears in the book...
So yeah it's readable, but definitely not master piece... I think Bridget deserved better...
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3.0 étoiles sur 5 Mouef 8 mars 2014
Par Josiane
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Gentillet et un peu lassant. Je n'avais pas lu les deux précédents, j'avais juste vu le premier film. La forme de l'agenda est très lassante pour moi. J'étais contente de l'avoir fini. J'ai cherché à qui le donner. Personne n'en a voulu: les copines n'ont pas pardonné la mort de Darcey à l'auteur.
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Bravo Bridget ! 19 novembre 2013
Par BERTRAND
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20 ans après son 1er journal, Bridget n'a pas changé, et elle me fait toujours autant rire.
Je recommande ce livre à tous ses fans !!!
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 Mad about this book! 26 septembre 2014
Par WJones
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I had not read particularly good reviews of this book: but I have to say I loved it and even suprisingly, I prefer it to the earlier best-sellers. Although the whole idea of what has happened to Bridget is extremely unikely (especially the love interest in the form of a toy-boy) the book is very funny and also adds a little tragedy and even some farce. I would recommend it to anyone (especially female with kids) over 45 who wants a bit of escapism and a really good laugh!
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2.0 étoiles sur 5 mouai
Pas vraiment la suite...un peu déçu mais c'était pour un cadeau donc tanpis la personne fera avec ce livre .
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4.0 étoiles sur 5 Disappointing beginning, but then ok
When I started reading it, I felt quite disappointed, because it wasn't like the previous ones, not so funny and very repetitive (essentially with Twitter). Lire la suite
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5.0 étoiles sur 5 super bouquin !
Ce livre est une réussite ! L'auteur, fidèle à l'esprit des précédents, nous fait retrouver l'héroïne avec beaucoup de plaisir !
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C'est simple à lire en anglais, rapide, drôle. Excellente lecture pour les transports en commun ou le train. Malheureusement Bridget n'a pas trop évolué....
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My addiction to Bridget began with the first book. Apparently I'm still addicted... I like reading about her life experience throughout her diary. I feel we are close.
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