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 ('I'm just calling to say in the potty! In the potty! Well, do it in Daddy's hand, then!'). 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 self help?'), protective custody, and a lightly chilled Chardonnay.