BJ Bridget Jones‘s Diary

BJ Bridget Jones's Diary

Helen Fielding

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Bridget Jones's Diary is a 1996 novel by Helen Fielding. Written in the form of a personal diary, the novel chronicles a year in the life of Bridget Jones, a thirty-something single working woman living in London. She writes about her career, self-image, vices, family, friends, and romantic relationships.

Chapter 1

New year's resolution I Will NotDrink more than fourteen alcohol units a week.Smoke.Waste money on: pasta-makers, ice-cream machines or other culinary devices which will never use; books by unreadable literary authors to put impressively on shelves; exotic underwear, since pointless as have no boyfriend.Behave sluttishly around the house, but instead imagine others are watching.Spend more than earn.Allow in-tray to rage out of control.

Fall for any of following: alcoholics, workaholics, commitment phobics, people with girlfriends or wives, misogynists, megalomaniacs, chauvinists, emotional fuckwits or freeloaders, perverts.Get annoyed with Mum, Una Alconbury or Perpetua.Get upset over men, but instead be poised and cool ice-queen.Have crushes on men, but instead from relationships based on mature assessment of character.Bitch about anyone behind their backs, but be positive about everyone.Obsess about Daniel Cleaver as pathetic to have a crush on boss in manner of Miss Moneypenny or similar.Sulk about having no boyfriend, but develop inner poise and authority and sense of self as woman of substance, complete without boyfriend, as best way to obtain boyfriend.I WillStop smoking.Drink no more than fourteen alcohol units a week.Reduce circumference of thights by 3 inches (i.e. 11/2 inches each), using anti-cellulite diet.Purge flat of all extraneous matter.Give all clothes which have not worn for two years or more to homeless.Improve career and find new job with potential.Save up money in front of savings. Poss start pension also.Be more confident.Be more assertive.Make better use of time.Not go out every night but stay in and read books and listen to dassical music.Give proportion of earnings to charity.Be kinder and help others more.Eat more pulses.Get up straight away when wake up in mornings.Go to gym three times a week not merely to buy sandwich.Put photographs in photograph albums.Make up compilation 'mood' tapes so can have tapes ready with all favourite romantic/dancing/rousing/feminist etc. tracks assembled instead of turning into drink – sodden DJ – style person with tapes scattered all over floor.Form functional relationship with responsible adult.Learn to programme video.

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