Can Bridget Jones rekindle magic?
It's been a few years, but today Bridget Jones will stumble back into my life and probably fall over.
By the powers of modern technology, a pre-ordered copy of Mad About The Boy will ping automatically into my Kindle and, like millions of other fans, a good old catch-up with the hapless heroine will ensue.
The reviewers haven't been kind (yikes), Darcy's dead and there's no mention of big knickers.
But I'm still pinning my hopes on it being V.G.