Jenny Archer to the rescue Book

Dear Bridget Jones,

You really should meet up for a cappuccino and a chocolate croissant with Jemima Jones. I think the two of you have the potential to be great friends, as you have so much more in common than just your last names (distant, long-lost relatives, perhaps?).

After all, you're both single women, journalists, Londoners, traumatized by eccentric mothers, habitual dieters, smartasses, Silk Cut smokers, and prone to sleeping with handsome bastards while waiting for Mr. Right to come along.

However, you have a much better sense of humor, I must say. And one would hope that would rub off on JJ. She has more poignancy about her than you do, which makes her lovable and empathetic, but too much melodrama is bad for the soul.

Take pity on her, Bridget. Jemima tends to be terribly lonely a lot of the time, and I truly feel that there is no one I know in more dire need of an extended urban Singleton family than she is. You could include her in yours with very little effort.

In return, she might bring some much-needed common sense to the group. I seriously doubt she ever would've encouraged you to break up with Mark Darcy the way Jude and Shazzer did in The Edge of Reason. Then again, given Jemima's inexperience with men, I just know that she would eat up all your romantic advice with a spoon, so who knows what would happen?

But I suspect that whatever happened would be fun to watch. Give her a call, Bridge. You'll love her. She'll love you. It'll be great.

Sincerely,

A Concerned Third Party