Product Description

This is the diary of Jacqueline M. Pane. Like all women, Jackie knows life would be perfect if only she had a small bum, sticky-up bosoms, and didn't grow a moustache once a month. Jackie sees the potential for self-doubt in everything - and is convinced its all her fault!

Product Details

• Amazon Sales Rank: #1170744 in Books
• Published on: 1999-05-20
• Original language: English
• Binding: Paperback
• 212 pages

JOANNA LUMLEY
‘A very funny and unexpectedly touching novel’

Review
‘A very funny and unexpectedly touching novel’ (JOANNA LUMLEY )

‘Screamingly funny’ (WOMAN’S JOURNAL )

‘Hilarious’ (COSMOPOLITAN )

‘Read it and realise you’re not alone’ (ESSENTIALS )

COSMOPOLITAN
‘Hilarious’

Customer Reviews

Absolutely Fabulous
I thought this book was very entertaining and Arabella Weir gave a really good impression of a thirty-something woman's life.I have read this book at least four times and each time i find the story funny. She made the book fun but included some seriousness into the woman's life. She showed how some small things can rule a person's life and how love made this life so much better. She helped people see that what other people think of you should not rule your life.

That's my book!
I think those who didn't rate this novel at least 4 stars, haven't ever really had problems with the size of their bums. I bumped into Arabella's book truly accidentally, in a library of foreign books here in Hungary - when I was about to find something highbrow to read - and I've chosen Arabella instead. This whole Bridget Jones hysteria didn't seem to have reached Hungary at that time, so this was my first encounter to this type of diary-like women-novel - and I can tell you I was amazed! At the moment I'm planning to translate it to Hungarian, because Hungarian women are quite sure to love it just like me.

repulsive blow to feminism
Don't get me wrong, there are a number of funny lines in this book that made me giggle. But that's what the one star is for. Aside from that, the main character in this book is one of the most repulsive characters I have ever come across in fiction. If I were Helen Fielding I would be extremely offended by comparisons to Bridget Jones.
Bridget Jones, whilst neurotic, ditsy and insecure, is realistically so, and has positive traits alongside these more irritating ones. She is intelligent, warm, and she she gives a damn about things other than herself. The same cannot be said for the character in this book. She is self obsessed, neurotic, vain and unbelievably stupid, to the point of absurdity. It almost seems as if it's meant to be a satire, but it clearly meant to be a straightforward romantic comedy, in the same genre as Bridget Jones. The idea that such a person could hold down a respectable job, and receive the affection from not one man but many, is ludicrous. She is hateful and offensive, and the fact that she is intended to represent women is a grave blow to feminism.