From the back cover:
Lurching from the cappuccino bars of Notting Hill to the blissed-out shores of Thailand, Bridget Jones searches 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, protective custody, and a lightly chilled Chardonnay.
Several things annoyed me about this book. I don’t like plots that hinge on misunderstandings that nobody really tries to explain. And Bridget somehow seems even more incompetent than the last book, letting a situation with a builder just linger on unresolved, and just not earning my sympathy very much. It was still cute, and funny at times. It’s probably worth a read, but I found it quite frustrating.