Don't think of this as a Bridget Jones style book at all, just because it's written as a diary by young women. Not that Bridget isn't great, but this is wonderful and completely different- you'll know if it's your kind of thing by the end of the extremely funny prologue. It's a great look at the world of the miserable super-rich, and you will definitely find yourself wanting to smack Mrs X for her supercilious little notes, however sorry you may end up feeling for her. The little boy is written with real tenderness, and the story is funny, heartwarming and really painful by turns. This is just solid, popular good reading and incredibly enjoyable. Indulge!