She's at it again. Bridget Jones, the scatterbrained Brit whose neurotic though heartfelt Diary entries fueled Fielding's 1998 bestseller, isn't a desperate "singleton" anymore, though. She's dating the dashing Mark Darcy. Until, naturally, a woman blessed with "thighs like a baby giraffe" tries to steal him away.
The couple's on-again, off-again romance forms the premise of this sequel, but most of the book's 338 pages are taken up by Lucy Ricardo-like pratfalls. Some of Bridget's escapades are laughable (botching an important interview with a famous actor by flirting with him, for example), but most lean toward the ridiculous. Accidentally eating magic mushrooms? Landing herself in a Thai prison? These episodes grow tedious and, having nothing to do with Bridget's worries about Mark, increasingly pointless. The Edge of Reason, sadly, does not keep you on the edge of your seat; halfway through you won't even care about Mark Darcy. You'll just start wondering what he liked about Bridget Jones in the first place. (Viking, $24.95)
Bottom Line: Feb. 24, 11:30 p.m. Gaaaaah! Just finished v. disappointing book