Ooooh, this book is clever. I read it because it was supposedly a predecessor to Bridget Jones and I have to admit it lived up to the hype.
The book is written supposedly as a suicide letter from a Jewish girl going on thirty in the 1970s who is at her wit's end because she can't get married. Not much in the way of plot but the book is just plain funny. It's hard to believe 1972 when this book was written (and five years before I was born) was 35 years ago. Ack!