Pippa Hearts Presents
The journey of one (relatively) young, single girl’s romance with Harlequin Presents!
by Editorial Assistant Pippa Roscoe
Wednesday 9th October
9 ½ stone/133 pounds, and nowhere near Christmas, alcohol units 8… okay 10, cigarettes – let’s not shall we?, calories… stopped counting after 3500. Number of times answering machine checked – 15. Days to go before Bridget Jones – Mad About The Boy is released: 2 1
Food consumed today:
Coffee (it does count!)
A bowl of dried cereal (I’d run out of milk)
2 bumper sized packets biscuits
1 family pack of chips
½ a twix
1 takeaway Pizza
(with garlic bread, chicken wings)
1 ltr of chocolate chip ice cream
½ a twix.
Okay perhaps I lied about the calorie intake.
I was SO excited about the latest Bridget Jones. SO excited. How was it going to work? Would our original British heroine still be with the brooding and gorgeous Darcy? Would Daniel Cleaver be a thorn in their relationship-side again? I nervously counted down the days in my diary to the ultimate HEA! I booked the day off work, put the wine in the fridge, next to the chocolates and the crisps, the box of extra-strong balm tissues were at the ready and I planned to simply induuuulge in reading, eating, and emotional outletting, FOR THE WHOLE DAY!!!
What? Dead?!! SERIOUSLY?! With the latest Bridget Jones’ excerpt released, now you know why I’m comfort eating! How could she do that to us?!
So it is with some trepidation that the ladies of London’s branch of Harlequin HQ will be having a book club on Bridget Jones: Mad About the Boy. And the biggest question on our lips is – how do we feel about the death of Darcy?
For me, Bridget Jones was the ultimate, flawed heroine. Not someone who I wanted to escape into, but someone who reflected the chaotic, mistaken, sometimes swearing, sometimes drunk heroine who lay buried deep within my inner psyche… My fears and dreams brought to life on the page in a way that could never be in reality. Her social faux pas were those all-encompassing cringe-worthy moments that echo deeply through my 20s and now in my 30s, and even if she wasn’t exactly us, she made us laugh! Her tireless search for Mr Darcy was my own, and that of many of our generation.
But now a happy-ever-after with Mr Darcy has been cruelly snatched from my grasp, I’m left to wonder… How could their not be a HEA with Darcy? It’s like saying that if you clap your hands, fairies won’t live, that true love doesn’t exist, that there’s no such thing as a HEA!!
And then, (still at the office) I realise that I am surrounded on all sides by HEAs. Hundreds and thousands of them. Our heroines are no more, and no less than Bridget Jones, all desperately searching for the one man who understands them, who sees them for who they know they are, and who can see in them the potential to be the best person they can be.
And in this wonderful world of Harlequin, the happy-ever-after is our shining beacon – our batman signal – in a world that can kill of Mr Darcy, we still have the HEA and our light shines BRIGHT!!!
So ladies, tell me… how do you feel about ‘The Death of Darcy’? Did you have a book, or fictional character who changed your life?