Bridget Jones: Mad About The Boy

Audio Book (CD) | November 12, 2013

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Bridget Jones—one of the most beloved characters in modern literature (v.g.)—is back! In Helen Fielding's wildly funny, hotly anticipated new novel, Bridget faces a few rather pressing questions:   

What do you do when your girlfriend’s sixtieth birthday party is the same day as your boyfriend’s thirtieth?

Is it better to die of Botox or die of loneliness because you’re so wrinkly?

Is it wrong to lie about your age when online dating?

Is it morally wrong to have a blow-dry when one of your children has head lice?

Is it normal to be too vain to put on your reading glasses when checking your toy boy for head lice?

Does the Dalai Lama actually tweet or is it his assistant?

Is it normal to get fewer followers the more you tweet?

Is technology now the fifth element? Or is that wood?

If you put lip plumper on your hands do you get plump hands?

Is sleeping with someone after two dates and six weeks of texting the same as getting married after two meetings and six months of letter writing in Jane Austen’s day?

Pondering these and other modern dilemmas, Bridget Jones stumbles through the challenges of loss, single motherhood, tweeting, texting, technology, and rediscovering her sexuality in—Warning! Bad, outdated phrase approaching!—middle age.

In a triumphant return after fourteen years of silence, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy is timely, tender, touching, page-turning, witty, wise, outrageous, and bloody hilarious.


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A GoodReads Reader's ChoiceBridget Jones—one of the most beloved characters in modern literature (v.g.)—is back! In Helen Fielding's wildly funny, hotly anticipated new novel, Bridget faces a few rather pressing questions:    What do you do when your girlfriend’s sixtieth birthday party is the same day as your boyfriend’s thirtieth?Is ...

Helen Fielding was born in Yorkshire. She worked for many years in London as a newspaper and TV journalist, travelling as widely and as often as possible to Africa, India and Central America. Fielding is the author of four novels: Cause Celeb, Bridget Jones's Diary, Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason and Olivia Joules and the Overactive...

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Format:Audio Book (CD)Dimensions:5.94 × 5.1 × 1.16 inPublished:November 12, 2013Publisher:Penguin Random House Audio Publishing GroupLanguage:English

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Okay read Enjoyed reading as Bridget is still humorous as always; although I would have preferred if Mark Darcy's character was in it.
Date published: 2016-11-29
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Just ok The author seems to miss the mark a but with rhus one The author misses the mark with this book ! Definitely misses the genuine sweetness that is Bridget from the first two ! it was just okay
Date published: 2015-05-06
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Bridget at her Finest I cannot wait for this book to be made into the 3rd movie!!! I could see all the characters in fine, crazy form. Quite the departure from the original two, but definitely a fabulous read. I love Bridget Jones - I am Mad About the Girl. Thank you Helen Fielding!!
Date published: 2015-02-03
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy Sad that there is no Mark Darcy....but think the world of Bridge...awesome novel and wonderful ending
Date published: 2015-01-06
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Bridget Jones, Mad About The Boy An okay read. Not as good as the Bridget Jones' Diary.
Date published: 2014-11-09
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Bridget Jones Mad About The Boy Fabulous as always! Can't wait for the movie!
Date published: 2014-08-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Great read! I thought the characterization of Bridget was outstanding! She faced a traumatic life experience that could easily happen to anyone and faced it with strength and self doubt at the same time.
Date published: 2014-05-20
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read! A fun and easy to read book that had me laughing out loud at times. I found that I could relate to this boom. It was not what I expected based on other reviews that I read about but it turned out to be but a welcome surprise.
Date published: 2014-02-09
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Great read! I thought it was a bit hard to keep up with in the beginning with the changing timeline, but in the end I couldn't put it down! Great! Same old Bridget! A nice ending to the story started in the previous books, though I would have liked to have found out what happened to Mark at the start
Date published: 2014-02-05
Rated 2 out of 5 by from The sad return of Bridget I had REALLY been looking forward to this book when it was announced in the summer that it was being released in the Fall, and then the spoiler about you know who dying came out and I was a little put off. I didn't know if I wanted to read THAT story.  I'm glad that I did buy it- if only to see the conclusion of Bridget's story. It was at times painful to read and a little immature but the story DID tug at my heart strings and I was able to see the Bridget that I enjoyed from oh so long ago.  I wish that Jamie Bridget's brother from the first two books was mentioned- it is like this book is the sequel to the movies. I wish that Shazzer was actually in this book and I wish that Helen Fielding would name secondary characters something other than Rebecca. 
Date published: 2014-02-03
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Great read! Great story line, but would of been better if written like a story rather than random diary entries...found it hard to read b-c of this.
Date published: 2014-02-01
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Not so funny as the other two It's a light read don't expect too much deep and meaningful from Bridget. She is an older version of her silly self, still lovable though.
Date published: 2014-01-30
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Managet A really nice book and I am looking forward to the movie!
Date published: 2014-01-30
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Managet Funny, witty and a great read!
Date published: 2014-01-29
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Managet Found it difficult to get in to un like the others which i could not put down, find myself forcing to read it. Once i got past chapter 2 found it a bit more barable.
Date published: 2014-01-28
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Welcome back Bridget! It is an entertaining and easy read. It helps to have read the previous Bridget Jones books in order to understand the story line and the characters in it. This book made my heart ache and laugh out loud.
Date published: 2014-01-28
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Managet Really enjoyed this book and you feel as though Rene Zellweger is coming to life again as Bridget Jones. Very funny and keeping up with the ever changing world!
Date published: 2014-01-25
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Managet I was excited to read this book having enjoyed the previous instalments and I wasn't disappointed. Helen fielding has updated Bridget with the introduction of social media whilst keeping the same characters and introducing some vivid new characters. Thankfully she has kept the diary like entries (always entertaining) and kept Bridget a loveable character who has grown since her debut.
Date published: 2014-01-25
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Managet Being a HUGE fan of the movies I quickly snapped up this book when it came out. Let's just say I really hope they get right on making this into the next movie. I had never read any of Helen Fieldings books so had no idea the movies run just as she writes with the flowing dialogue that you can only hear in your own head! As a woman over fifty I was laughing out loud at many of the situations our dear Bridget finds herself in or it might be better phrased "puts" herself in. If you want a book that flows well, will give you some laughs with it's British-ness and just be a good read at the end of a busy day, this is the book for you.
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 3 out of 5 by from Managet I enjoyed the book but not so much the way it is to be read
Date published: 2014-01-24
Rated 4 out of 5 by from Managet Confession: when I had heard that Mark Darcy would not be in the book, I was hesitant to read it. Having said that I really did enjoy it. Bridget isn't Bridget without awkward dating scenes, embarrassing moments and dry, sarcastic wit. She is still disorganized, clumsy at times, and constantly battling her eating habits, but she remains true to herself and that's why I continue to read about her.
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Managet This book lives up to the previous ones in the series. Helen Fielding has captured Bridget as she ages perfectly! It's full of funny & embarrassing moments that makes this book a page turner. I read it in two days
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Managet I loved the book. It made me laugh and cry. I could imagine Bridget doing everything which was making me laugh a lot. A lot of people have slated this book because Bridget is supposed to be older, more mature and with children but I think it has been brilliantly written. If Bridget had matured it would make for boring reading. I would recommend this book to any Bridget jones lover!
Date published: 2014-01-23
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Right back with Bridget Wow!  :) I'm not 51, nor do I have kids.  And yet, I was right there with Bridge the entire book.  I read it in 2 days.  I cried, I laughed, I felt her anxiety about whether she was raising the children properly, and I missed Mark with her.  Very very odd (brilliant!) to time travel like this with a character! Bridget with kids!! Who would have ever thought!  And she's remained entirely true to herself!   Bravo Helen Fielding!  Thank you for bringing Bridge back so beautifully. 
Date published: 2014-01-19
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Mad about Bridget! I pre-ordered Helen Fielding's newest book along with Bridget Jones's Diary and Bridget Jones the Edge of Reason, not knowing quite what to expect.  Bravo!  Fielding has another winner with Bridget Jones Mad About the Boy. I did not want the book to end and was a bit sad when reading Bridget's last entry in her diary.  Hopefully Fielding will continue To breathe life into Bridget at least one more time. 
Date published: 2013-11-11
Rated 5 out of 5 by from Like being reunited with an old friend What can I say? Mad About the Boy was fabulous. It's great to see Bridget all grown up and dealing with the drama that comes with family, aging... and, of course, nits. I didn't want it to end.
Date published: 2013-11-04

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Saturday 8 September 2012Just woke up from delicious, sensual dream all mixed up with Daniel and Leatherjacketman. Suddenly feel different: sensual, womanly and yet that makes me feel so guilty, as if I’m being unfaithful to Mark and yet . . . is so sensual feeling like a sensual woman, with a sensual side which is sensually . . . oh. Children are awake. 11:30 a.m. Entire morning has been totally sensual and lovely. Started day with all three of us in my bed, cuddling and watching telly. Then had breakfast. Then played hide and seek. Then drew and colored in Moshi Monsters, then did obstacle course all in pajamas, all the while with roast chicken emitting delicious fragrance from the Aga. 11:31 a.m. Am perfect mother and sensual woman with sensual possibilities. I mean maybe someone like Leather-jacketman could join in with this scenario and. . . . 11:32 a.m. Billy: “Can we do computer, now it’s Saturday?” 11:33 a.m. Mabel: “Want to watch SpongeBob.” 11:35 a.m. Suddenly overwhelmed with exhaustion and desire to read papers in echoing silence. Just for ten minutes. “Mummeee! De TV is broken.” Realized, horrified, Mabel had got hold of the remotes. I started jabbing at buttons, at which white flecks appeared, accompanied by loud crackling. “Snow!” said Mabel, excitedly, just as the dishwasher started beeping. “Mummy!” said Billy. “The computer’s run out of charge.” “Well, plug it in again!” I said shoving my head into the cupboard full of wires under the telly. “Night!” said Mabel as the TV screen went black, and the tumble-dryer joined in the beeping. “This charger doesn’t work.” “Well, go on the Xbox!” “It’s not working.” “Maybe it’s the Internet connection.” “Mummy! I’ve unplugged the AirPort, I can’t get it in again.” Realizing my thermostat was veering dangerously towards red, I scampered off up the stairs saying, “Time to get dressed, special treat! I’ll get your clothes.” Then ran into their bedroom and burst out, “I hate fucking technology. Why can’t everyone just FUCKING SHUT UP AND LET ME READ THE PAPERS.” Suddenly lurched in horror. The baby listener was on! Oh God, oh God. Should have got rid of it ages ago but paranoid as single parent, fear of death, etc., etc. Ran downstairs to find Billy racked by sobs. “Oh Billy, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean it. Was it the baby listener?” “Nooooooooo!” he yelled. “The Xbox is frozen.” “Mabel, did you hear Mummy in the baby listener?” “No,” she said staring delightedly at the television. “De TV is mended.” It was showing a page asking for the Virgin TV password. “Billy, what’s the Virgin password?” I said. “Isn’t it the same as your banker’s card, 1066?” “OK, I’ll do the Xbox, you put in the password,” I said just as the doorbell rang. “That password won’t work.”“Mummeee!” said Mabel. “Shh, both of you!” I yelled. “There’s SOMEONE AT THE DOOR!” Ran up the stairs, head a mass of guilty thoughts: “I’m a terrible mother, there is a hole inside them left by the loss of their father which they are trying to fill with technology,” and opened the door. It was Jude, looking glamorous but hungover and tearful. “Oh Bridge,” she said, falling into my arms. “I just can’t stand another Saturday morning on my own.” “What happened . . . tell Mummy . . .” I said then remembered Jude was a grown-up financial giant. “The guy I met on Match.com and went out with the day before the Stronghold? The one I had a snog with?” “Yes?” I said trying vaguely to remember which one. “He didn’t call. And then last night, he copied me in on a global text saying his wife has just had a baby girl 6 lbs 12 oz.” “OhMyGod. That’s disgusting. That’s inhuman.” “All these years I didn’t want children and people kept saying I’d change my mind. They were right. I’m going to get my eggs unfrozen.” “Jude,” I said. “You made a choice. Just because some guy is a fuckwit it doesn’t mean it was the wrong choice. It’s a good choice for you. Children are . . . are . . . ” I glanced murderously back down the stairs. She held out her phone showing an Instagram picture of the Fuckwit holding his baby. “. . . cuddly and lovely and pink and 6 lbs 12 oz and all I do is work and hook up and I’m all on my own on a Saturday morning. And. . . . ” “Come downstairs,” I said, darkly. “I’ll show you cuddly and lovely.” We clomped back down. Billy and Mabel were now standing cherub-like, holding out a drawing saying, “We Love You Mummy.” “We’re going to empty the dishwasher, Mummy,” said Billy. “To help you.” Shit! What was wrong with them? “Thank you, children. That would be lovely,” I purred, bustling Jude back upstairs, and outside the front door, before they did something worse like emptying the recycling bin. “I’m going to defrost the eggs,” sobbed Jude as we sat down on the steps. “The technology was primitive then. Crude even, but it might work if . . . I mean I could get a sperm donor and. . . . ” Suddenly the upstairs window in the house opposite shot open and a pair of Xbox remotes hurtled out, landing with a smash next to the dustbins. Seconds later, the front door flung open and the bohemian neighbor appeared, dressed in fluffy pink mules, a Victorian nightdress, and a small bowler hat, carrying an armful of laptops, iPads, and iPods. She teetered down the front steps and shoved the electronics in the dustbin, followed by her son and two more boys wailing, “Noooooo! I haven’t finished my leveeeeeeel!” “Good!” she yelled. “When I signed up for having children, I did NOT sign up to be ruled by a collection of inanimate thin black objects and a gaggle of TECHNO-CRACKHEADS refusing to do anything but stare with jabbing thumbs, while demanding that I SERVICE them like a computer tech crossed with a five-star-hotel concierge. When I didn’t have you, everyone spent their entire time saying I’d change my mind. And guess what? I’ve had you. I’ve brought you up. And I’ve CHANGED MY MIND!” I stared at her, thinking, “I have to be friends with that woman.” “Children of your age in India live entirely successfully as street urchins,” she continued. “So you can just sit on that doorstep and instead of putting your ENTIRE BRAINS into getting to the next level on MINECRAFT, you can apply them to CHANGING MY MIND about letting you back in. And don’t you dare touch that dustbin or I shall sell you to the HUNGER GAMES.”Then, with a toss of her bowler-hatted head, she flounced back into the house and slammed the door. “Mummeee!” Shouting and crying erupted from my own basement. “Mummeee!” “Want to come back in?” I said to Jude. “No, no, it’s fine,” Jude said, happy now, getting to her feet. “You’re completely right. I have made the right choice. Just a bit hungover. I just need to have breakfast and a Bloody Mary at Soho House and read the papers and I’ll be fine. Thanks, Bridge. Love you. Byee!” Then she teetered off in her Versace knee-length gladiator sandals, looking hungoverly fabulous.I looked back across the street. The three boys were sitting in a line on the doorstep. “Everything all right?” I said. The dark-haired son grinned. “Yeah, it’s fine. She just gets like this. She’ll be all right in a minute.” He glanced behind him to check the door was still closed, and pulled an iPod out of his pocket. Then the boys started giggling, moved closer together, and bent over the iPod.

Editorial Reviews

Praise for Bridget Jones: Mad About the BoyToday Show’s second Book Club Selection!“Mad About the Boy is not only sharp and humorous, despite its heroine’s aged circumstances, but also snappily written, observationally astute and at times genuinely moving. Fielding has somehow pulled off the neat trick of holding to her initial premise – single woman looks for romance – while allowing her heroine to grow up into someone funnier and more interesting that she was before. Who knew middle age could be so eventful? . . . Fielding beautifully conveys the constant seesaw of emotions a parent feels toward the young and demanding: one minute overwhelming love, the next minute overwhelming desire to lock oneself in the bathroom with a bottle of gin . . . We get some good long narration, but large chunks of the book come in diary form, introduced by select statistics of the day, hilariously expanded to reflect grown-up Bridget’s concerns…. Its big heart, incisive observations and zippy pace . . . make the prospect of middle age not so bad at all. It is possible I cried a little at the end, but then, as Bridget might say: am sucker for happy endings.”—Sarah Lyall, The New York Times Book Review “With Bridget Jones’s Diary, Helen Fielding created a new female archetype. Now she’s brought Bridget back to conquer the 21st century. (Rule No. 1: No texting while drunk) . . . Texting and Twitter play an outsize role in the new novel, which finds Bridget solo-parenting two young children and seeking romance after a decade under Mark Darcy’s chivalric guard . . . The diary form itself pays homage to Austen, lifting Fielding’s work above many pale imitations. Austen’s heroines aren’t writers, but Fielding’s is . . . Austen’s plots are marriage plots, and ultimately so are Bridget’s. But Fielding’s novels (like Austen’s, and like Sex and the City and Girls) also revolve around friendship—something at which Bridget excels. Nor is the character’s staying power an accident. Fielding . . . is still very much a writer. ” –Radhika Jones, Time  “She's back! Our favorite hapless heroine returns after a decade-plus hiatus, juggling two kids, potential boyfriends, smug marrieds, rogue gadgets, and her nascent Twitter feed.”—Vogue“Fielding’s comic gifts—and, just as important, her almost anthropological ability to nose out all that is trendy and potentially crazy making about contemporary culture, from Twitter (“OMG, Lady Gaga has 33 million followers! Complete meltdown. Why am I even bothering? Twitter is giant popularity contest which I am doomed to be the worst at”) to online dating—are once again on shimmering exhibit. And Bridget, although now a fiftyish single mother who has to deal with putting her two young children, Billy and Mabel, to bed, along with treating their hair for nits, cleaning up vomit, and attending Sports Day school picnics, is still recognizably her ditzy but ultimately unfazable self . . . Bridget is so specific a character that it’s hard to believe that she’s been invented from whole cloth . . . [Has] the sort of narrative propulsion that is rare in autobiographically conceived fiction, not to mention an unsolipsistic worldview (for all of Bridget’s fussing over herself) that invites broad reader identification.” —Daphne Merkin, Elle  “Bridget’s back!  And as irrepressible as ever . . . Yes, Bridget has changed her dismal (Born-Again Virgin) status via the scary world of online dating, and she’s in turmoil.  Repentant after masses of sex and drunken Twitter over-sharing, she comforts herself with grated mozzarella, her adorable, vomit-prone children and cockeyed attempts at self-improvement . . . sweet, clever and funny.  Yay Bridget!”—Helen Rogan, People“Mark has been gone five years. Children have nits. Mother still difficult. Jude still tormenting Vile Richard. Daniel Cleaver is children’s godfather . . . Good fun, like gathering with friends.” —Seattle Times “Tender and comic.”—The New Yorker “Fielding manages to both move and delight the reader time after time . . . Hilarious.” —New York Journal of Books “Plenty has changed for everyone’s favorite London singleton since her v. funny diary first charmed the world in 1998. In Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, Bridget’s a widow with two kids, a Twitter account and a ‘toy boy’– but she’s still adorably clueless.”—People  “Three years before ‘Sex and the City’ staked its claim to the smart-sassy-single stereotype, Helen Fielding created Bridget Jones, a vessel for educated, urban thirtysomethings’ secret fears about cellulite and dying alone and the probable correlation between the two. Nearly 20 years later, in Fielding's latest, Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy, a 50-year-old Bridget is looking for love again . . . This time around, though, instead of dialing 1471 to see who's called while she was in the shower, she's refreshing her Twitter at-replies . . . Delightful . . . Bridget Jones was a character made for the Internet, from her confessional tone to her casual creation of memes.”—Ann Friedman, Los Angeles Times “Hearing Bridget dissect wardrobe choices (’a brand chillingly called Not Your Daughter's Jeans'), parenthood (’Why can't everyone just F---ING SHUT UP AND LET ME READ THE PAPERS'), and exercise (‘Usually love Zumba...stomping angrily like horses, transporting one into a world of Barcelona or possibly Basque-coast nightclubs, and fire-lit gypsy encampments of undetermined national extraction') feels like visiting with your funniest friend.” —Jessica Shaw, Entertainment Weekly“She’s back! And even though she’s a fifty-something single mom, she’s still the Bridget Jones we all fell in love with.” —Jenna Bush Hager, Today