I had sort of always intended to read The Devil Wears Prada, or at least see the movie. When I found the book at a BPL book sale a few months ago, I couldn’t turn it down since, after all, it only cost $1.
The story follows Andrea Sachs, a recent college graduate who wants nothing more than to write for The New Yorker. She lands a job as the junior assistant to the Editor in Chief of Runway, which is the premier fashion magazine. Unfortunately, Miranda Priestly, her boss, is more demanding and less understanding than any boss you could ever imagine. Andy’s duties range from the mundane (daily coffee runs) to the absurd (locating an unnamed restaurant from an undated review from an unnamed newspaper that Miranda had just happened to read a few days ago). But at the end of her year of servitude, Andrea will be given a recommendation to any publication she wants. The only question is: will she survive?
I think I’ve mentioned before that I’m not really into “chick lit.” This is chick lit in its purest form, but it wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it would be. That being said, I didn’t find that it was totally awesome, either.
I really liked the writing and enjoyed hearing the story through Andrea’s voice. Lauren Weisberger is definitely a gifted writer, even if she doesn’t write novels I’m generally interested in. It was very well-paced, burning slowly right up until the end.
I tore through the book, hoping and praying it would get better for Andy, but it just kept getting worse. I did like the plot but it just made me so anxious—because I can imagine being in her position, and feeling totally trapped—that I don’t know if it was really worth it for me. It was one of those things that just upset me a lot. (I don’t think most other people would be this sensitive, so don’t go by my review alone. I also think I was PMSing so I was probably a little more emotional than usual.)
I think I might read it again someday—maybe once I make my boyfriend read it (he’s seen and enjoyed the movie). For now, though, I think I’ll go curl up with my Stephen King and Dean Koontz and leave the chick lit to people who appreciate it more than I do.by