I absolutely love this novel. It’s one of those I re-read bits of sometimes. Oh, who am I kidding – one of those a re-read from cover to cover sometimes. And it’s not just because I identify with Helen Fielding’s Bridget way too much – from dressing up in costume for a theme-less party to perpetually wearing laddered tights.
Most people will have seen the film, so I don’t need to give too much of a plot summary. But I will say that reading the book is an entirely different experience, primarily because it is written in diary format and this chronicling approach makes the story particularly engaging and personal. Though it’s no longer strictly a satire of the “modern” life of a single 30-something living and working in London, because it was published in 1999, it retains the core strength and insight of human engagement, relationships and womanhood. It’s also quite hilarious.