With another devastatingly hilarious, ridiculous, unnervingly
accurate take on modern womanhood, Bridget Jones is back. (v.g.)
Monday 27 January
"7:15 a.m. Hurrah! The wilderness years are over. For
four weeks and five days now have been in functional relationship
with adult male, thereby proving am not love pariah as recently
Wednesday 5 March
"7:08 p.m. Am assured, receptive, responsive woman of
substance. My sense of self comes not from other people but . .
.from . . .myself? That can''t be right."
Lurching from the cappuccino bars of Notting Hill to the
blissed-out shores of Thailand, everyone''s favorite Singleton
Bridget Jones begins her search for The Truth in spite of
pathetically unevolved men, insane dating theories, and Smug
Married advice. She experiences a zeitgeist-esque Spiritual
Epiphany somewhere between the pages of How to Find the Love You
Want Without Seeking It (can self-help books really help self?),
protective custody, and a lightly chilled Chardonnay.