Though With Bridget Jones's Baby: The Diaries,

As Women Glide From Their Twenties To Thirties, Shazzer Argues, The Balance Of Power Subtly Shifts. Even The Most Outrageous Minxes Lose Their Nerve, Wrestling With The First Twinges Of Existential Angst: Fears Of Dying Alone And Being Found Three Weeks Later Half-eaten By An Alsatian.

I Looked At Him Nonplussed. I Realized That I Have Spent So Many Years Being On A Diet That The Idea That You Might Actually Need Calories To Survive Has Been Completely Wiped Out Of My Consciousness. Have Reached Point Where Believe Nutritional Idea Is To Eat Nothing At All, And That The Only Reason People Eat Is Because They Are So Greedy They Cannot Stop Themselves From Breaking Out And Ruining Their Diets.

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Quite Quickly I Grew Less Deranged. I Had Begun The Process Of Calming Down, Assimilating And Compromising, Which Is Necessary To Live Comfortably In The World As It Is, And Probably Is Why Its Imbalance Never Changes. But Underneath, My Idea Of Life Was Completely Altered.

When Someone Leaves You, Apart From Missing Them, Apart From The Fact That The Whole Little World You've Created Together Collapses, And That Everything You See Or Do Reminds You Of Them, The Worst Is The Thought That They Tried You Out And, In The End, The Whole Sum Of Parts Adds Up To You Got Stamped Reject By The One You Love. How Can You Not Be Left With The Personal Confidence Of A Passed Over British Rail Sandwich?