As I've
mentioned, I'm relistening to the Bridget Jones books because the new one is out and I'll be reading/listening to it soon; I feel I need to brush up on what happened ten billion years ago.
So.
Bridget.
I never liked this story as well as the first one, though time has mellowed my viewpoint a bit. I remember thinking that there is no way that much could happen to one person in the course of one year and not have more of an effect. I mean, hello! She got her boyfriend, she met Colin Firth, she hung out with her mother's African...um...what was he? Guest. We'll call him a guest. Because "pet" is demeaning. She got arrested coming home from Thailand, she got to experience The Fantasy that all people go through when someone breaks up with them (the whole crawling back/turns out he was pathetic thing) and she's still a flake after ALL THAT?
But looking back, I have had lots of adventures,
some scary moments, plus big events and small and if I were really honest with myself? I can't say I've grown much, either. I might be a
little wiser but I think that comes more from winding down toward a sedentary lifestyle and less from learning things, meaning I'm too lazy to fight or care anymore and don't do as many crazy things as a result. So maybe her year wouldn't have changed me, either, despite what I'd self-righteously believed the first time I read this story.
Still. I liked the first book better.