Очень тихо вышла третья книга про толстушку Бриджит. Я вообще о ее существовании узнала в книжном, просто перебирая книги. Конечно, сразу ее схватила, но потом почитала рецензии и поставила на место. Почитаю потом, лет через 20. Пока не готова ничего знать, про личную жизнь женщин за 50)))
So it's no surprise that Helen Fielding was tempted to let Bridget loose on what looks like her natural terrain. Think what opportunities modern technology offers for embarrassment: the erroneously forwarded email, the ill-advised drunken text, the disastrous internet date. What's surprising, and cheering, is that rather than freeze-framing her as the eternal thirtysomething, Fielding has allowed Bridget to age in real time, making her 51 (and in need of glasses to operate her smartphone).
More shockingly, instead of the dissatisfied divorcee one might have expected, Bridget is now a tragic widow. Mark Darcy has died a typically noble death, leaving her with two small children, Billy and Mabel. These days, as well as counting calories and alcohol units, she's also totting up nits on the comb and bags of grated cheese scoffed from the fridge while making the kids' supper.
http://www.theguardian.com/books/2013/oct/07/bridget-jones-mad-about-the-boy-review http://yandex.ru/video/search?text=bridget%20jones%20mad%20about%20the%20boy&where=all&filmId=0mgKtTcfUXI