Glory hallelujah I am finished with this "journal." I did, in fact, read it because it was supposedly a journal and I have been researching and reading on first-person narration and epistolary storytelling. As far as journals go, I found this one highly unrealistic, as it was a spasmodic narration, highlighting the interesting parts, rather than a means of putting down thoughts. Bridget Jones certainly did not seem to have interesting thoughts occurring apart from other life highlights. It was also rather predictable as far as plot goes. Who should the chaotic narrator end up with but the cool, calm, collected, intelligent, wealthy, and handsome Darcy. As if his name wasn't giveaway enough. (I found myself constantly miffed as well throughout this masochistic ordeal by the connections drawn between this book and the classic Austen work, Pride and Prejudice. I certainly could not make any connection between Bridget and Elizabeth Bennett, with Elizabeth being much more confident and intelligent. Elizabeth definitely was deserving of Mr. Darcy. Bridget not so much in my opinion.) I've learned my lesson, though. I find I do not enjoy romantic comedy "literature" any more than the cinematic equivalent. If you like romantic comedies and insecure crude protagonists, though, this may be just the thing for you.