Bridget Jones's Diary

"She just kept inviting me to things: dinner parties, children's parties with barnyard animals, holidays-... Every time", he whispered urgently, "every time I hoped you'd be there..."

The first time I met Bridget Jones was through the movie. I have watched it through cable TV when I was younger and at that time I did not even realize that it has a book version nor did I know where the story came from. And from that first time that I saw the movie, I loved it already. It was only when I saw the movie again a few months ago that I became curious if it has a book version. I also realized that the movie I saw has a part two. So after watching the part two, I began to browse bookstores to look for the book version even though I thought that coming across one is difficult. Then lo and behold, the book presented itself to me while I'm browsing books at Powerbooks. What's more is that I got the omnibus version: two books in one! I was so excited to read it and at the same time scared that it might disappoint me since I love the movie. Imagine my delight when the book proved to be a better read. But I'm not forsaking the movie, because I love it just the same.

There are just many scenes in the books that I would love to be included in the movie, like, how Mark Darcy tend to wipe something from his eyes after dropping off Bridget Jones in her apartment, though it borders on being corny but I still kind of like it. Then there's the scene where Mark Darcy dropped in at the cafe where Bridget Jones usually takes her breakfast before going to work. And of course, my favorite of all is the scene where you can find the quote written above. I swear I melted right then and there. It was the one quote that touched me the most. And beyond the words, I can just feel the truthfulness in it, and Mark Darcy's love for Bridget Jones. It also served as the "seal" among all the things that Mark has been doing since they split. It is also because of these words that I realized that Mark really loved Bridget in a way every woman wished to be loved.

Keeping in mind the Brits' nature of detachment from emotions, I have now proved to myself that culture is no match for real love. Love really conquers all... well, for this one at least.