After reading, and loving, Bridget Jones' Diary, which I got from a British friend about six months before it was published in the US, I happened to glance at the dust jacket and see that Helen Fielding was also the author of another novel, "Cause Celeb." So, the next time I was in the Commonwealth, Australia as it turned out, I went straight to the local bookstore and bought it. I was recently in a local [bookstore] and noticed it on the "New Fiction" bookshelf so I guessed, based on the popularity of Bridget, they've no released it in the States.
Now, don't get me wrong, this isn't a bad book and, if I hadn't first met Bridget, I might have liked Rosie Richardson, the TV producer turned end-world-hunger activist, a whole lot better. Fielding herself put it best, saying she thought "Cause Celeb" was a "better" book adding: "People criticize Bridget [for being shallow] but I wrote a book about a a serious issue ("Cause Celeb") and it made no money." And, let's face it, people starving to death in Africa, even in front of minor British celebrities, isn't terribly humorous.
Though Fielding does her best and "Cause Celeb" is far from a bad book--there are some very funny moments--it just doesn't hold up to the side-splittingly funny and eminently relatable, for most woman, woes of Bridget: lumpy thighs, louse boyfriends and crap jobs. And, anyway, who said "shallow" was a bad thing?