Hardcover without a dustjacket received in the mail through a trade at another website.

Amazon.co.uk review

7:15 am
Hurrah! The wilderness years are over. For four weeks and five days now have been in functional relationship with adult male thereby proving am not love pariah as previously feared.

So begins The Edge of Reason, Bridget Jones' hilarious foray into the not-so-sexy realities of relationships, the laughable legions of self-help theories and a television career that would have her model "tiny shorts next to a blow-up of Fergie in gym wear". Picking up where Bridget Jones's Diary left off, everyone's favourite singleton has finally landed her love, Mark Darcy. However, she's finding--among other things--that her dreamboat is less than ideal. Aside from never doing the washing up or foraging through the aisles at Tesco, Mark, it seems, has taken an interest in the viperous "jellyfish" Rebecca, who has "thighs like a baby giraffe" and a penchant for boyfriend snatching.

If that isn't enough, Richard "I'm thinking bunny girl! I'm thinking Gladiator! I'm thinking canvassing MP!" Finch, Bridget's smarmy, cocaine-encrusted boss and Executive Producer of Sit Up, wants her to be the show's clown, in effect making her the arse of television. What's more, a builder who has an obsession for large, slimy fish seems to have forgotten about the hole he knocked out in her flat, putting her entire life on display for the neighbours. Not to mention a mother who wants her to go to see Ms. Saigon with a Kikuya tribesman hijacked from Kenya.

Never fear, Bridge's singleton posse--Shazzer, Jude and Tom--are always a phone call away and armed with bottles of Chardonnay, packs of Silk Cut, pizza and a cornucopia of self-help literature. Whether they're decoding acronyms in singles ads (GSOH and WLTM? "Giant sore on head. Willy, limp, thin mollusc."), developing the ground-breaking "Pashima theory" or dolling out unsolicited advice, the FOBs (friends of Bridget) make up most of the comedy.

Although The Edge of Reason is filled with signature B.J. manoeuvres, such as drunken Christmas card writing and wearing an unruly rubber girdle, it's a departure from the original. Throughout most of its 422 pages the plot clips at a steady rate, then, much like Bridget's train of thought, the ending skitters, careens and breaks off into two incoherent tracks--one more absurd than the other. The outcome is a metamorphosed Bridget, one more reminiscent of a British Alley McBeal than the personification of England's everywoman.

Read a week before seeing the movie and liked it almost as much as the first book. I "awwwwed" at the end. Should've read months ago, though -- as I watched, I kept comparing the movie to the book, instead of enjoying it on its own merits. I did the same thing a few years ago with the first Spider-Man movie--I'd grown up reading all my brother's Marvel comics, so for the first ten minutes of the movie, I was horribly distracted by all the things they'd changed.

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Mailed to frybaby in Savannah, Georgia, USA, for the More Chick Lit Bookrelay. (I recently sent her Bridget Jones's Diary through another relay.)

Got it today. Thanks!

Just couldn't get into it.

relaying to Faithful-Reader

Received as part of the book relay - Still More Chick Lit - from frybaby - thanks much !!

Trying to catch up on movies and wanted to read the book first. Thanks for making it available - I don't normally read too much chick lit but have totally enjoyed it as a change of pace. I think I will be reading more in this genre !! Am putting up on the book relay site.

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