Since pretty much all of you have read this one, I figured I’d just write some notes:

It’s not The Bridget Jones Diary. Didn’t know that.

It doesn’t exactly mean you have a stellar life if you’re feeling smug and superior to a fictional character.

She was really annoying. But not half as annoying as her messed up, but very loyal, friends. Or, worse still, her really messed up parents and parents’ friends. I couldn’t stand Una and Geoffrey. Ugh.

I went back and forth between amusing and irritating during their rants about emotional f***wittage. Usually ended up on amusing.

Kept seeing Colin Firth in my mind while reading. But couldn’t picture Hugh Grant. Daniel, as written, just didn’t have that certain Hugh Grantness.

Best line: “It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It’s like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting ‘Cathy’ and banging your head against a tree.”

Best explanation of Jane Austen-mania: “Tom says football guru Nick Hornby says in his book that men’s obsession with football is not vicarious. The testosterone-crazed fans do not wish themselves on the pitch, claims Hornby, instead of seeing their team as their chosen representatives, rather like parliament. That is precisely my feeling about Darcy and Elizabeth. They are my chosen representatives in the field of shagging, or rather, courtship. I do not, however, wish to see any actual goals. I would hate to see Darcy and Elizabeth in bed, smoking a cigarette afterwards. That would be unnatural and wrong and I would quickly lose interest.”

The second half of the book (after she ditched Daniel) was better than the first. But, I liked the ending of the movie better than the ending in the book.

For a chick-lit book, it was an okay read.