You cannot begin to imagine the elation we felt when, upon shuffling through our daily stack of hatemail, we came across an unmarked package smelling of lilacs. And oh, delight of delights, look what it contained — the memoir of Post columnist Bridget Harrison, Tabloid Love: Looking for Mr. Right in All the Wrong Places. (If your memory can still recall this past summer, UK import Harrison had been writing her own Sex and the City-ish column.)
We're sure the inside of Tabloid Love is full of expletive-laced, single-girl humor, but how about that cover? If Bridget's still "searching for Mr. Right," we imagine she start looking in her cleavage. He's probably somewhere down around there.