I haven't read the original column, but Bridget Jones's Diary is pretty entertaining as a book. And stylish. It successfully reads like a diary even though it has extensive dialog sessions (which I don't imagine show up in most peoples' diaries) and has a few instances of irrational times Bridge is supposedly writing in it. It achieves this by adding unnecessary words such as "Humph" once in a while and taking out unnecessary words such as "I" and "it" and whatnot occasionally.
It was also interesting to me because it is from Britain and they talk differently there. Hee Hee.
Many people (mainly males) may pass up this book because they fear it is a chick-flick in book binding. There were a few times I was made fun of while reading it, because I am not a chick. If this is too much for your masculinity to handle, put a Dan Patterson jacket over it and enjoy the book anyway. It's funny, it is interesting, it is aesthetic. Thus I recommend it. It is a bit chick-flickie (just in case you simply can't stomach any of that) in that it's largely about relationships and largely about romantic relationships, but it isn't the standard tried formula. You are given a window into the schizo mind of a woman who is trying to be proud of being single, while still trying to not be single.
It is somewhat standard fare in that regard. The book has engaging characters, and interesting (sometimes larger-than-life) situations which last a month or so (half a month, mostly). It doesn't have a large sociopolitical or psychological message (besides that Bridget isn't really alone in her problems), so if you require your books to have meaning (whatever that is), pass it up. If it would annoy you that Helen Fielding is trying to be the next Jane Austen, and apparently wants this to be the next Pride and Predjudice, pass it up. But if you want a "Fun" book, read it.
Now to watch the movie...
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