#ChickLitMay The End!

This is just the quickest post ever to say thanks so much for sticking with me through #chicklitmay! I didn’t get everything done I wanted to, but a lot of reading was done and in fact I have two more reviews to come in the next few days, The Last Laugh by Tracie Bloom, which I’m devouring at the mo, and The Mum Who’d had enough by my now favourite author Fiona Gibson (spoiler, it’s a five star). I’ve also plans to get to all the books I got when stacking the shelves the other week.

#chicklitmay was great as it got me fully back into jumping for romantic comedies and chick lit, and appreciating laughing out loud and bright colours and Summery series, which I had totally strayed away from. It was detrimental that I had done this as obviously I write chick lit and it would only take a short amount of time before this side of my writer’s brain would be switched off (I honestly believe reading the genre that you write is essential). I never say never but I don’t know that I’d ever write thrillers, I adore them now, but I think some people have amazing wiring that allows them to think up plot twists that are actually viable, and characters that are believable and that have dimensions to them and make us believe it all. I have seen thrillers where it didn’t work and I’d hate to contribute. Add also of course that I feel the need to make something inappropriate happen at every stage of writing, someone falls, hits into someone, vomits (sorry, but has happened in the first two books and in the book I’m writing at the mo, she is very drunk and I really can’t say she’s not going to get sick into someone’s bag, it just seems inevitable:() etc, so no, this is my genre and I’m thrilled that I’m excited about being back to it. Saying that of course an absense of something makes your heart long for it and I’m going to be reading One Click by Andrea Mara and No Safe Place by Patricia Gibney next.

I am sorry, I had expected #chicklitmay to be something more mesmerizing than it turned out to be, and I know I in no way stand up to the bloggers that push themselves all in to a month or a theme (I bow to them actually, especially when I think of for example Jen Med and her Bookouture time), and there’s no way I converted anyone, but I hope you got some form of enjoyment anyhoo:)



Bridget Jones’s Baby by Helen Fielding #audiobook #chicklitmay


Length: 4 hours 5 minutes

Please note that the cover image leads to a universal amazon buy link for the book

What they say: 8.45 P.M. Realise there have been so many times in my life when have fantasised about going to a scan with Mark or Daniel: just not both at the same time.

Before motherhood, before marriage, Bridget, with biological clock ticking very, very loudly, finds herself unexpectedly pregnant at the eleventh hour: a joyful pregnancy which is dominated, however, by a crucial but terribly awkward question – who is the father? Mark Darcy: honourable, decent, notable human rights lawyer? Or Daniel Cleaver: charming, witty, notable fuckwit?

9.45 P.M. It’s like they’re two halves of the perfect man, who’ll spend the rest of their lives each wanting to outdo the other one. And now it’s all enacting itself in my stomach.

In this gloriously funny, touching story of baby-deadline panic, maternal bliss, and social, professional, technological, culinary and childbirth chaos, Bridget Jones – global phenomenon and the world’s favourite Singleton – is back with a bump.

The Review: When I said there were books I wanted to get to for ChickLitMay, this was top of the pile. I’m pretty sure everyone has heard of Bridget Jones, but if not, you’re in for a treat-Bridget Jones’ Diary (book 1!) is a fantastic read!

Anyhooo back to this, my first audiobook ever! I will admit that at the start I was a bit gutted that it wasn’t Renee Zellwegger doing the narration. I think because I always think back to the movies (haven’t seen this particular one yet), I was assuming that she’d feature here. Saying that I settled in fairly quickly to the suitably british female upper class accent, and was impressed that I could distinguish most of the characters from her reading, although there was one or two that didn’t totally hit the mark for me and her noises (the arrgh!’s and the like) we’re always the best.

This book went through Bridget being pregnant but she doesn’t know who’s the dad! I jumped from deciding it was one, and wanting it to be that one, to the other. I was gobsmacked at Daniel Cleaver and Mark Darcy BOTH having little meltdowns and trying to find themselves through hobbies and Bridget being the gem who had to hold it together. I, as always hearted her dad (so much, and it made me think back to the lovely Jim Broadbent), smiled at her mum and indeed all of her friends who tried to help as Bridget tottered along just trying the best mum she could be to her baby.

Gorgeous romance, a number of ‘NOOOO!!’ moments and many laugh out loud moments made this a joy to get into the car to and I really didn’t want it to end. A caveat is that it can’t be listened to with little ears about, my five year old was shocked when I turned the key in the ignition and he heard the word ‘fuckwit’ continuously (took me a second to switch it off!) and there’s a lot more choice words than that!

In summation I adored this, and am thrilled to have finally got to it, but then, there will always be a special place in my heart for Bridget, she’s the most perfect character out there.

Rating: 5/5