Me and Ms Jones

We (definetely) have a thing going on...
Besides Mr. Darcy, there is!...

Mr. Mark Fitzwilliam Darcy...

I applauded when the minister said his name - hubs shushed me...

I always loved the movies, hated the books, laughed and groaned with Bridget. And guess what? We're the same age!

Yes, this yet another post about getting old! *sobs incontrollaby*

Renée Zellwegger is a goddess, I mean, always has been a walking stick and had to make an effort to gain weigh for Bridget Jones - and Oh, God, thank you - is 5 years older than me. But Bridget is my age. The birthday in the office fiasco, when they bring her a cake filled with looots of candles, there's a card with a coffin and 1973 written. My vision blurred, I only saw those four numbers: 1 + 9 + 7 + 3.

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know exactly how you feel, Bridge

And, aside from Mr. D. (and Firth), me and Miss Jones have this thing about diets, about self image and I cannot help comparing to her. Let´s not talk about Miss Zellwegger, just how Bridget is pictured. 

 A little overweigh in Diary. Ok, me too.

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A lot fatter in The edge of reason - I pannicked thinking I might get to that? Oh, God, how awful.

Skinny in Baby. Not me, no. 

Still between Diary and Edge. Sadly.

But now there's not only that, there's wrinkles! 

Shoot. Me. Now.

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If with all Hollywood has to offer they looked like that, imagine poor me?

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And there's botox there, right? *groan*

Bring wine, 

bring Austen, 

bring rom-com: 

I am depressed!

Will not talk about Ms Zellwegger non-plastic surgery or the plot flaws like the gentleman-to-gentleman talk in the hospital (ugh). Just worried about my age here.

But laughed my heart out with the movie! 

At least that, right?

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See ya.

Bridget Jones's diary

Hello,

Down the Austen path, I've seen, read and watched a lot of things. I made friends, had lots of fun, turned into a writer myself... but my first plunge into Austen-mania was Miss Jones. 

Oh Colin... so dashing!

It's always nice to revisit people we love, isn't it?

Bridget Jones's Diary

Helen Fielding

FEBRUARY

Valentine's day massacre

page 40

"11.45 p.m. Oh God. It was me, four married couples and Jeremy's brother (forget it, red braces and face. Calls girls 'fillies'.)

'So,' bellowed Cosmo, pouring me a drink. 'How's your love-life?'

Oh no. Why do they do this? Why? Maybe the Smug Marrieds only mix with other Smug Marrieds and don't know how to relate to individuals any more. Maybe they really want to patronize us and make us feel like failed human beings. Or maybe they are in such a sexual rut they're thinking 'There's a whole other world out there,' and hoping for vicarious thrills by getting us to tell them the roller-coaster details of our sex lives.

'Yes, why aren't you married yet, Bridget?' sneered Woney (babytalk for Fiona, married to Jeremy's friend Cosmo) with a thin veneer of concern whilst stroking her pregnant stomach.

Because I don't want to end up like you, you fat, boring, Sloaney milch cow, was waht I should have said, or, Because if I had to cook Cosmo's dinner then get into the same bed as him just once, let alone every night, I'd tear off my own head and eat it, or, Because actually, Woney, underneath my clothes, my entire body is covered in scales. But I didn't because, ironically enough, I didn't want to hurt her feelings. So I merely simpered apologetically, at which point someone called Alex piped up, 'Well, you know, once you get past a certain age...'"

'Exactly... All the decent chaps have been snapped up,' said Cosmo, slapping his fat stomach and smirking so that his jowls wobbled.

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Don't you hate the Bingleys?

Sorry, snotty friends?

right, give them no importance!

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Jane Eyre

hello!

My quest through the unknown is relentless... Oh myyy...

each day looming closer... should I dive in or wait to see if something comes out?

This saturday we'll have another lovely Darcy friends' party, this time a fancy lunch full of surprises. Can't wait! 

We'll be discussing 'Jane Eyre' and how it relates to Austen. For that, I've been watching 'The autobiography of Jane Eyre' on Youtube. Have you? OMG, you should!

It's great! I saved them to watch when the story had reached that part, you know, the revelation and... I'm sorry I did. It's fun and it makes you eager just as 'The Lizzie Bennet Diaries' did.

Here things are more homemade, you really believe it's a girl filming in her room. There aren't the crispy images and neatly rehearsed monologes from TLBD (that I loved), the party episode is totally 'friends gathered to film a cool scene', check it.

And... I cheated! When I reached episode 20 I glimpsed a man's legs behind Jane on a frame from episode 40something and I loaded it. No need. Rochester is present from the beginning and he is just like Rochester should be. An ugly handsome, or a beautiful cryptic, a creepy gentleman or a nice confused man... I have a soft spot for Rochester - don't give me the stinky eye, Darcy!



Anyway, today's 40th page is Brontë's masterpiece. Don't you love a well written first-person narrative?

Jane Eyre

Charlotte Brontë

Chapter VII

page 40

One afternoon (I had then been three weeks at Lowood), as I was sitting with a slate in my hand, puzzling over a sum in long division, my eyes, raised in abstraction to the window, caught sight of a figure just passing: I recognised almost instinctively that gaunt outline; and when, two minutes after, all the school, teachers
included, rose en masse, it was not necessary for me to look up in order to ascertain whose entrance they thus greeted. A long stride measured the schoolroom, and presently beside Miss Temple, who herself had risen, stood the same black column which had frowned on me so ominously from the hearthrug of Gateshead. I now glanced sideways at this piece of architecture. Yes, I was right: it was Mr. Brocklehurst, buttoned up in a surtout, and looking longer, narrower, and more rigid than ever.

I had my own reasons for being dismayed at this apparition; too well I remembered the perfidious hints given by Mrs. Reed about my disposition, &c.; the promise pledged by Mr. Brocklehurst to apprise Miss Temple and the teachers of my vicious nature. All along I had been dreading the fulfilment of this promise, -- I had
been looking out daily for the "Coming Man," whose information respecting my past life and conversation was to brand me as a bad child for ever: now there he was.

He stood at Miss Temple's side; he was speaking low in her ear: I did not doubt he was making disclosures of my villainy; and I watched her eye with painful anxiety, expecting every moment to see its dark orb turn on me a glance of repugnance and contempt. I listened too; and as I happened to be seated quite at the top of the
room, I caught most of what he said: its import relieved me from immediate apprehension.

"I suppose, Miss Temple, the thread I bought at Lowton will do; it struck me that it would be just of the quality for the calico chemises, and I sorted the needles to match. You may tell Miss Smith that I forgot to make a memorandum of the darning needles, but she shall have some papers sent in next week; and she is not,
on any account, to give out more than one at a time to each pupil: if they have more, they are apt to be careless and lose them. And, O ma'am! I wish the woollen stockings were better looked to! -- when I was here last, I went into the kitchen-garden and examined the clothes drying on the line; there was a quantity of black hose
in a very bad state of repair: from the size of the holes in them I was sure they had not been well mended from time to time."

He paused.

"Your directions shall be attended to, sir," said Miss Temple.

"And, ma'am," he continued, "the laundress tells me some of the girls have two clean tuckers in the week: it is too much; the rules limit them to one."

"I think I can explain that circumstance, sir. Agnes and Catherine Johnstone were invited to take tea with some friends at Lowton last Thursday, and I gave them leave to put on clean tuckers for the occasion."

Mr. Brocklehurst nodded.

"Well, for once it may pass; but please not to let the circumstance occur too often. And there is another thing which surprised me; I find, in settling accounts with the housekeeper, that a lunch, consisting of bread and cheese, has twice been served out to the girls during the past fortnight. How is this? I looked over the
regulations, and I find no such meal as lunch mentioned. Who introduced this innovation? and by what authority?"

"I must be responsible for the circumstance, sir," replied Miss Temple: "the breakfast was so ill prepared that the pupils could not possibly eat it; and I dared not allow them to remain fasting till dinner-time."

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Oh, don't you hate Lowood?

hate it, hate it!

Seeya!

Disclaimer: 40 pages 40 is my way to come to terms with celebrate my upcoming 40th birthday. By promoting 40 awesome books I like in no way I intend to dupe the original authors. If you, as me, like what you read, buy them! 

All 40 books can be found on the right side bar. ►

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Raoul Bova and reunions: how sweet is that?

Hello, good morning!

Hot Rio Chick had a record number of hits due to the saucy Darcy election. Wow! Thank you all!

And the winner for the beautiful man to picture 'Friendship of a special kind' Darcy is... Raoul Bova!

Davvero! That´s fantastico, grazie! Am I going to be as famous as Firth?

He sure is Hunk, a studmuffin, an eye candy, an 'OMG, OMG' man...

Lizzy is very, very happy... Look at how her fine eyes shine...

Maybe her eyes are not shiny, they are glazed... After today´s chapters, I bet Darcy is esausto...

Hihi!... A bit more of Bova Under the Tuscan sun? Yeah, sure. Here you go.

Talk about an inspiring way to meet someone... I´ve collected some reunion 6 examples to keep our hearts warm untill Sunday. Shall we?

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It´s no secret that I love the 'Before sunset', 'Before sunrise' movies. I do love them. And selecting reunions I couldn´t forget this glorious scene... Can´t you feel your heart skip a bit when Jesse sees Celine again after more than 10 years? He´s telling their story as his next book plot and when he sees her, he looses his tracks... Oh, wow...

And the b&w couples beside each link shows who reaches out to whom. 

Not that I´m trying to justify Lizzy´s actions here... Oh, what the heck, I am! =D

The NEW Darcy agrees. He thinks Lizzy could do no wrong flying to Seattle.

With that, I say bye, bye!

Disclaimer: all images were found in Google, from Ap 23rd to 24th, 2012. The credits are not mine, they belong to the original posts.