Bridget Jones's Diary
This may come as a huge surprise to all of you, but Bridget Jones is not me. I do not count my calories as if all of my self worth depends on how much I eat, and I sure don't check to see how much I've gained/lost in the last day or so. I don't drink and I don't smoke, and I can't say that I would've had anything to do with the guy she was dating - he was a douche.
Personality-wise, we are nothing alike. She's British, I'm not. So we don't even have a similar nationality! So it's no wonder that we didn't connect at all. I actually really thought that Bridget was annoying. She's too altogether concerned with herself and things that have to do with her - while having no concern over anyone else. She's self-absorbed.
And her diary? It reads a bit like a text message - there were several abbreviations that I just ended up guessing at, and hoping I was right! She worried about trivial things all throughout the book, and then, towards the end... it appears that someone has fallen in love with her! AFTER they have a COUPLE conversations, of course. Because she's just that lovable and wonderful. Gag.
All in all, I can't say that Bridget Jones's Diary was a book for me. I didn't particularly care for it.