Book talk: Dear diary: There was this boy, and he drives me mad.

Weight: don’t want to know, Cigarettes: 0, alcohol unit consumed while reading this novel: 0, alcohol units needed while reading this novel: over 9000,  amount of moments putting down book to calm down: 5.

Typical  Bridget: clumsy, easily distracted and neurotic. Cooking spaghetti and the tv remote still proves to be hard, and now even harder with the distracting offered by two kids and twitter. When we left Bridget in the Edge of reason, we left with hope for a happy ending. Not just for Bridget, but for every person who’s desperately looking for a partner and a place in the world. Which didn’t happen and now she’s a 52-year-old widow with two kids and a mobile phone.

Especially that mobile phone is a challenge. Where she used to obsessively check her landline when at home, she now has access to her phone all the time. And still has the same obsession, which includes her amount of Twitter followers as well. This results in her checking twitter and texting during important business meetings. Why anyone would want to work with her is beyond me. Not that she really needs work, as she is now a wealthy albeit slightly depressed widow. To keep her spirits up, she takes to screenwriting, which came a bit out of the blue. This screenplay gets picked up by a friend of a friend of a friend, and Bridget is invited to some meeting to talk about how they’re going to make a movie out of it.
Perfect time to text your tomboy, right?


All we can do is keep breathing
After Mark died, Bridget fell into an episode of grief and is pulled out by her friend. Who are, surprise surprise, all single again! Shazzer has buggered off to Silicon Valley, Jude divorced Vile Richard and is now obsessed with online dating and getting back at her ex by catfishing him. Besides that, there are some new people in her life, the neighbor across the street who happens to have the same tendencies towards alcohol and cigarettes Bridget has, and the other mum’s who seem to have it all perfectly together. This obviously intimidates Bridget, who has always been easily intimidated by appearances. A friendly neighbor with young kids and her own problems is, therefore, a welcome addition to her life.

But the thing about having kids is: you can’t go to pieces; you just have to keep going.

Realistic grieve
Mad about the boy is not such an easy read as her earlier diaries were. It takes longer to get into the story, mainly because it starts 5 years after Mark died and the reader is just inserted without any explanation. That explanation comes after a while, but it’s a bit tough to get there. What I especially loved about this story, is how it describes the grieve Bridget is going to. Because it’s set 5 years after, Bridget’s grieve has altered from ‘how to get through the day’ to ‘How to live and figure out what I want without that major part of it’. It’s not all-consuming anymore but flares up at the smallest provocation. That part was very realistic and made it really sad at times. Oh, how I wish Bridget got her ‘Happy ever after’.

The writing of the book was again more towards that of a novel in comparison to the two earlier diaries, with yet again longer entries. It’s filled with word for word copies of text messages and tweets (which often include sentences such as ‘blushes madly and hides face behind hair’, which quite frankly gets annoying after a while. I thought everybody knew by know not to do that, but that’s Bridget.

All in all
It’s a more grown-up version of the Bridget we knew, without her voice of reason Mark. It has some similarities to the first novel (Mr. Wallaker = Darcy, the strong, closed off man who Bridget dislikes at first but grows on her; Roxby = Daniel, the fun (although less fuckboy) man with a dirty mind whose not afraid of talking about it). And Daniel makes an appearance as well, although he’s not doing too well. It’s a good read about lost, being forced to grow up and hope. It’s a nice follow up to the earlier diaries but does not measure up to the original.