SLJ’s Battle of the Books has begun, with Kenneth Oppel judging Wonder v. Bomb. After Margarita Engle finishes with Code Name Verity v. Titanic tomorrow, I’ll weigh in on who was the better judge. Preliminary cavil: I’m a little bothered by Oppel’s ambiguous use of the word “faultlessly.”
I spent most of yesterday at home, flat on my back in a Dayquil doze, where you’re not sleepy enough to sleep but not awake enough to do anything useful. I was idly playing BrickShooter while listening to the audiobook of Helen Fielding’s Bridget Jones: The Edge of Reason, a book I had read and enjoyed while visiting Australia many moons ago. It was pleasant if a little boring, but I told myself to keep on as my favorite Bridget Jones Moment was coming up, right after her Brokedown Palace escapade in Thailand. Bridget went into prison, did Madonna karaoke with the inmates, got out of prison and came home to a phalanx of reporters at the airport. Then she eagerly gets up the next day to read about herself in the papers and discovers . . . . huh. Wait. What? Am I listening to an abridged version? Nope. Is the Dayquil giving me False Memory Syndrome? Where is this book’s masterstroke, when Bridget discovers that the death of Princess Diana has snuffed her own chance at tabloid notoriety? When she goes to the vigil at the Palace, leaving Diana some cigarettes and chocolates in tribute? I was hoping the Dayquil would have me bawling like a baby but IT NEVER HAPPENED.
After checking around the web, adrenaline having chased off the cold medicine, I discovered that what I had thought the emotional climax of the novel was taken out of the U.S. edition, its publisher thinking it dated the book. MORONS. I knew that this subplot wasn’t in the (terrible) movie, but I thought it had been eliminated because both Bridget Jones films had been moved forward in time. Is such drastic transatlantic editing frequent? Forget the sickbed, I may find myself in hospital.