"It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy" and banging your head against a tree."
Keeping my promise of a weekly review, this week is dedicated to the queen of chick lit: Bridget Jones. I have read Bridget Jones' Diary by Helen Fielding time and time again...