Bridget Jones's Diary
The number one nationwide bestseller via Helen Fielding, writer of the hot novel Bridget Jones: Mad in regards to the Boy (October 2013)
Bridget Jones's Diary is the devastatingly self-aware, laugh-out-loud account of a yr within the lifetime of a thirty-something Singleton on an everlasting doomed quest for self-improvement. stuck among the thrill of Singleton enjoyable, and the phobia of loss of life on my own and being chanced on 3 weeks later part eaten by way of an Alsatian; tortured by means of conceited Married associates asking, "How's your love life?" with lascivious, but patronizing leers, Bridget resolves to: lessen the circumference of every thigh by way of 1.5 inches, stopover at the health club thrice per week not only to shop for a sandwich, shape a sensible dating with a in charge grownup and discover ways to application the VCR. With a mix of flighty appeal, existential gloom, and endearing self-deprecation, Bridget Jones's Diary has touched a uncooked nerve with hundreds of thousands of readers the realm around. learn it and laugh—before you cry, "Bridget Jones is me!"
Have wear three lbs. because the midnight? i used to be one hundred thirty whilst I went to mattress, 128 at four a.m. and 131 whilst I bought up. i will comprehend weight coming off—it may have evaporated or handed out of the physique into the toilet—but how might or not it's wear? might nutrients react chemically with different meals, double its density and quantity, and solidify into even heavier and denser tough fats? I don’t glance fatter. i will fasten the button, notwithstanding no longer, regrettably, the zipper on my ’89 denims. So perhaps my complete physique is getting.
Tom Magda and Jeremy —and cook dinner supper for everybody myself. Called Tom again to inform him the plan and he stated, “and Jerome?” “What?” “And Jerome?” “I idea, like we stated, I’d simply ask who I . . .” I tailed off, understanding if I stated “wanted” it will suggest I didn’t “want” i.e. “like” Tom’s unbearable, pretentious boyfriend. “Oh!” I stated, overcompensating madly. “You suggest your Jerome? direction Jerome’s invited, yer.
Years of shopping for lengthy shirts and sweaters and leaving the room backwards in intimate occasions to conceal my backside. hundreds of thousands of cheesecakes and tiramisus, millions of Emmenthal slices left uneaten. Eighteen years of fight, sacrifice and endeavor—for what? Eighteen years and the result's “tired and flat.” i believe like a scientist who discovers that his life’s paintings has been a complete mistake. Thursday 27 April Alcohol devices zero, cigarettes zero, lottery tickets 12.
I heavily imagine i'm pregnant. How may well we've got been so silly? Daniel and that i have been so over excited with euphoria at being again jointly back that fact looked as if it would exit of the window—and as soon as you’ve . . . oh glance, I don’t are looking to discuss it. This morning I certainly felt the beginnings of morning affliction, yet which may be simply because i used to be so hungover after Daniel ultimately left the day prior to this that I ate the next issues to attempt to make myself believe higher: 2 packets.
Forming skinny blue line. in some way I bought via these hundred and 80 seconds—my final hundred and 80 seconds of freedom—picked up the stick and approximately screamed. There within the little window was once a skinny blue line, daring as brass. Aargh! Aargh! After forty-five mins of staring blankly on the computing device attempting to faux Perpetua used to be a Mexican cheeseplant each time she requested me what was once the problem, I bolted and went out to a cell sales space to ring Sharon. Bloody Perpetua. If Perpetua had a.