Nine Years Late
2005-09-01/11:15 p.m.

So, I read this book a few weeks ago. I heard a lot about it and think it may have even made a few critic lists. I don’t know. It’s kind of underground, I doubt many of you people would have heard of it being that you are so much less “hip” and tuned in than me. Anyway, I’ll let you in on it and then it can be our little secret.

It’s a little book called “Bridget Jones Diary” and it is a kind of funny look into the mind of a single lady in her 30s.

Oh wait! Everyone in the freaking world already knows about this book because it was like the biggest seller in the world….. nine years ago. But, seriously, I did read this book a few weeks ago and I’ve gotta say, I was disappointed. This came as a surprise to me since the movie version is actually awesome and I love it and watch it a lot and I don’t care what anyone thinks of that. The book was just not that awesome. One complaint, she bitches about her weight constantly as though she is this huge whale. Yes, a whale…. that weighs 126 pounds. I am surprised that she wasn’t pillaged and murdered for her precious blubber.

Maybe the last nine years of hype killed it for me and back in ’96 I would have been guffawing at her every blunder and applauding every time she stands up for herself, but in 2005 I was just bored a lot. Another complaint was that I was amazed at that amount that she drank and smoked. I am not a puritan but I don’t know if there are enough hours in the day to smoke and drink as much as she did.

I would love to talk about this book with friends but unfortunately, most people read it so long ago that they don’t even remember much of it anymore. And then they make fun of me for being such a Johnny come-lately. To make matters worse, I actually had already read the sequel. Yes, I am a ridiculous person.

Next I plan on checking out this new fad I’ve been hearing that kids love so much called “the rap music” and getting into a hot new dance called the Charleston.


A note I found in a drawer.
The Extra Lens and Adultery.
Books are beautiful.
Ira Glass made me feel better about things.
Something that happened yesterday.