What if Bridget Jones were alive and well and living in Manhattan? Meet Bridget Harrison, a soon-to-be-thirty Brit, newly-on-the-scene reporter for America’s most famous tabloid, the New York Post. While her friends back in London are tossing their bridal bouquets, Bridget is chasing down the next big story-and her dream of becoming a topnotch journalist. But just when she’s perfected the art of interviewing complete strangers about ghoulish crimes, finding a mate in the Big Apple proves downright, well, impossible. As Bridget learns (the hard way) the vexing rules of dating in the ultimate singles city, a silver lining appears in her dating cloud: She lands her very own Post column about her quest for love. Each Sunday half a million New Yorkers read about her match-ups with urban Romeos, including a man who tells her she’d be "one hot chick if she made a bit more of an effort" (even though she’s wearing her Page Six pal’s designer cast-offs) and another who shoves her into a cab before she can say "bugger off." Pursuing love under deadline, however, doesn’t make finding it any easier, especially when each week she has to run her copy by the very person she suspects might be the One. Wonderfully funny, poignant, smart, and gossipy, in the best sense, about the New York/Hamptons set, this tale is every woman’s story of the quest to have it all: a great job, a true love-and a livable apartment. Which, after all, doesn’t seem so bloody much to ask, does it?