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The Devil Wears Prada | 
| Author: Lauren Weisberger
Publisher: Anchor
Category: Book
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Rating:  1026 reviews
Sales Rank: 15525
Media: Mass Market Paperback
Pages: 448
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Dimensions (in): 6.8 x 4.2 x 1.1
ISBN: 0307275558
Dewey Decimal Number: 813.6
EAN: 9780307275554
ASIN: 0307275558
Publication Date: May 30, 2006
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Amazon.com Review
It's a killer title: The Devil Wears Prada. And it's killer material: author Lauren Weisberger did a stint as assistant to Anna Wintour, the all-powerful editor of Vogue magazine. Now she's written a book, and this is its theme: narrator Andrea Sachs goes to work for Miranda Priestly, the all-powerful editor of Runway magazine. Turns out Miranda is quite the bossyboots. That's pretty much the extent of the novel, but it's plenty. Miranda's behavior is so insanely over-the-top that it's a gas to see what she'll do next, and to try to guess which incidents were culled from the real-life antics of the woman who's been called Anna "Nuclear" Wintour. For instance, when Miranda goes to Paris for the collections, Andrea receives a call back at the New York office (where, incidentally, she's not allowed to leave her desk to eat or go to the bathroom, lest her boss should call). Miranda bellows over the line: "I am standing in the pouring rain on the rue de Rivoli and my driver has vanished. Vanished! Find him immediately!" This kind of thing is delicious fun to read about, though not as well written as its obvious antecedent, The Nanny Diaries. And therein lies the essential problem of the book. Andrea's goal in life is to work for The New Yorker--she's only sticking it out with Miranda for a job recommendation. But author Weisberger is such an inept, ungrammatical writer, you're positively rooting for her fictional alter ego not to get anywhere near The New Yorker. Still, Weisberger has certainly one-upped Me Times Three author Alex Witchel, whose magazine-world novel never gave us the inside dope that was the book's whole raison d' etre. For the most part, The Devil Wears Prada focuses on the outrageous Miranda Priestly, and she's an irresistible spectacle. --Claire Dederer
Product Description
A delightfully dishy novel about the all-time most impossible boss in the history of impossible bosses.
Andrea Sachs, a small-town girl fresh out of college, lands the job “a million girls would die for.” Hired as the assistant to Miranda Priestly, the high-profile, fabulously successful editor of Runway magazine, Andrea finds herself in an office that shouts Prada! Armani! Versace! at every turn, a world populated by impossibly thin, heart-wrenchingly stylish women and beautiful men clad in fine-ribbed turtlenecks and tight leather pants that show off their lifelong dedication to the gym. With breathtaking ease, Miranda can turn each and every one of these hip sophisticates into a scared, whimpering child.
THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA gives a rich and hilarious new meaning to complaints about “The Boss from Hell.” Narrated in Andrea’s smart, refreshingly disarming voice, it traces a deep, dark, devilish view of life at the top only hinted at in gossip columns and over Cosmopolitans at the trendiest cocktail parties. From sending the latest, not-yet-in-stores Harry Potter to Miranda’s children in Paris by private jet, to locating an unnamed antique store where Miranda had at some point admired a vintage dresser, to serving lattes to Miranda at precisely the piping hot temperature she prefers, Andrea is sorely tested each and every day—and often late into the night with orders barked over the phone. She puts up with it all by keeping her eyes on the prize: a recommendation from Miranda that will get Andrea a top job at any magazine of her choosing. As things escalate from the merely unacceptable to the downright outrageous, however, Andrea begins to realize that the job a million girls would die for may just kill her. And even if she survives, she has to decide whether or not the job is worth the price of her soul.
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| Customer Reviews: Read 1021 more reviews...
 Blah Blah Clothes, Blah Blah poor me... November 26, 2008
Hello Kelly (Detroit, MI, USA)
So I saw the movie to this book first and I thought it was pretty cute and decided to get the book. Fortunately I bought it at a used book sale so only wasted .50 cents. Anyway...
First off, the story has absolutely ZERO likable characters. Andrea Sachs is greedy, selfish, unloving, lazy, petty, whiny, undeserving, and foolish. She complains constantly about a job that SHE decided to take and one she DOESN'T need! This job at Runway Magazine has absolutely nothing to do with the career she is supposedly striving toward as a jounalist. Instead of taking the time to work her way up in the industry she decides to skip a few steps by working for the devil that is Miranda Priestly for 1 year. Then she feels that she will be qualified to work for The New Yorker. Okay, how does that make any sense? Wouldn't you like to have at least some experience under your belt?
Anyway, I have come to the conclusion that Andrea Sachs in a mentally insane person. No one in their right mind would work for such an evil woman when they don't actually have to. As we live through the mindless, mundane and tedious tasks Andrea takes on we are left to wonder, why? Why would she choose to live this way?
Andrea is greedy in that she takes the job at Runway just to skip a few of the normal, worthwhile steps any other writer would need to take to get somewhere in the world of journalism.
Andrea is selfish in that she actually considers staying in Paris while her best friend is practically on her deathbed in the states.
Andrea is slutty in that she honestly thinks its okay to lead another guy on while she is supposedly in love with Alex. She then seems to blow off the break up right after it happens because she is too busy to think about it.
In the end it turns out that Andrea really never needed to take the job at Runway. She lands a job as a freelance writer. She makes thousands right off the bat and acts as though it's pocket change. So we just endured 360 pages of Andrea's agonizing life for nothing.
My advice is if you are at all intersted in the story...see the movie. At least that was cute with a few chuckles.
 Great Read November 3, 2008
Marla Martenson (Los Angeles, Ca)
I just loved this book! I thought that the writing was brilliant. Towards the end though it did get repetitive about just how bad her boss was. I wanted to say, "Okay, I get it already!" It was a bit much. But all in all, I really enjoyed it and would highly recommend it.
Almost tossed it in the recycling bin but finished it November 3, 2008
Vanessa (Charlotte, North Carolina)
Okay, so I was just looking for something to read during my lunch hour, and it seemed to fit the bill. Thing is, most of the action is just the main character running errands for her mean boss; there really isn't much of a plot. The storyline is predictable, and nothing surprising really happens. I think I was just as bored as the main character seems to be.
Besides the story itself, I just hate that the author uses negative stereotypes of Southerners. First of all, she doesn't even get the accent right; her description in chapter six of Mr. Tomlinson's secretary's "deep southern drawl" reads like this: "How mah I hep ya tuhday?" (97). I don't know what kind of accent that's supposed to be, but it's not southern. Secondly, she thinks all Southerners are "rednecks." The three main examples come from Chapter 14: " 'I guess you're right,' I sighed, still refusing to accept that my Friday night was to be spent in a formal gown at the Met, greeting wealthy-but-still-rednecks from Georgia and North and South Carolina..." (306); " 'I want my Andy to look just as sophisticated as all the big-money Carolina rednecks she'll be serving tonight like a common waitress' "(315); "I knew it wasn't going to be a trendy New York crowd, but I was expecting them to look like something out of 'Dallas'; instead, they looked like a dressier version of the cast from 'Deliverance' " (325). Why the need to make every person who lives in the southern United States into a "redneck"? And why is every other accent in the book (English, Australian, French) charming but a southern accent means you're out of "Deliverance"? Thumbs down, Weisberger. You need a real-world education; start by traveling outside of New York!
A must have. October 20, 2008
Davene LoVaglio (Massillon, OH USA)
If you loved the movie, you'll love this book. It takes different turns and keeps you interested. I loved loved loved this book!
Personal slaves and 6 shades of mascara September 23, 2008
Anjana Sen (Copenhagen, Denmark)
"Devil Wears Prada" is quite an enjoyable book, if you have all time in the world in your hand. Very realistic and hilarious. Very good for learning about fashion and the glamour world.
Now about the subject matter, well, if this person Miranda Priestly actually exists in real life (in a different name of course), as claimed, I wonder what she thinks about looking at her own true self in public mirror. She is unfair, unkind, mean, vile, domineering and tyrannical. She never even pours herself a glass of water, and her slaves wait her on hands and knees. In 432 pages of the book, Miranda Priestly violated at least 400 basic human rights. However, the big question is, where her fame plus existence would be, if hundreds of Runway employees didn't support. So why none of them ever bothered reporting her to the Human Rights Commission. Why did they let her have her way like this and let it go on for so long? Is this the idea of capitalism? And particularly, why somebody who wants to write as a profession would take a job as a personal slave? What kind of a boss forbids her assistants to eat or use the toilet and get away with it? Even in USA?
Throughout the book, these personal slaves arranged her trips, fetched her food, served her demands, took her car to garage, picked up her dirty laundry, ordered for her desired goodies, her designer dress and makeup and accessories; but wait a minute, I'm confused, Miranda Priestly is an editor, right? She is not a fashion model herself. A fashion magazine is supposed to work on the fashion models, right? She is an icon in the fashion world, but does not pose herself on magazine covers, right? They are supposed to care for what models wear and use, right? So why does everybody work their butt off to cover this editor in diamonds?
And what's with this materialistic concept of life-style? Since when painting face in 20 layers of make-up or 6 different shades of mascara or having more supplies+instructions than a NASA scientist needs or brand names written all over the body is a huge achievement in life or maybe the ultimate goal of life for these privileged people? These makeup Gestapos and fashion Nazis. Hmmm, think of the remote regions in the third world where obtaining little bit of food or medicine only once a week is a regular way of life.
To be honest, no matter what the author's intention was, I COULDN'T really bring myself to feel empathy for Andrea. She gets her personal chauffer and limo ride anywhere she goes, she doesn't even need to use public transportations. If one thinks her life is arduous, try to live and work in Bangladesh or Pakistan or India, you will see what an "arduous everyday life" means.
Every time she is out on the street running an important errand for Miranda (especially she knows very well how Miranda gets impatient and pissed), still she (Andrea) is either taking time smoking cigarettes or talking on the phone with her boyfriend or girlfriend! Are those absolutely "life-and-death" necessity during working hours? Not to mention her home-front, her family and boyfriend and girlfriend, who tried to jeopardize her career and kill her ambitions and bring her down to their trailer-trash level in every opportunity they got.
In my opinion the author babbled way too much constantly and unnecessarily. Here is an example, Miranda asked Andrea to come to the party at 4pm on page 305. Party starts at 7pm the same evening. Page 320, 321, 322...... we are still not at the party! Party finally starts on page 325! Imagine! 3 hours, 20 pages! Furthermore, she wasted plenty of pages on this Lily the whorish alcoholic troublemaker fiasco, as if it is Lily's biography! That was an annoying distraction from the main focus of the story line. She is a screw-up and drowned in booze and no match for Andrea's level, so why going on and on about Lily and fattening the book? Especially, the book should have ended at page 412. Chapters 18 and 19 (page 413-432) were completely useless, pointless and ridiculous. Those pages seemed like somebody else added them later, or the author doesn't know where to stop.
Ultimately what came out of this whole thing? Has Andy learned something out of it? This entire ordeal ended up in nothing. She eventually went back to her trailer-trash life, to become a fat Jewish mom in dirty clothes and having a half-blind wet-blanket husband and a bunch of screaming snotty babies. Maybe that's good enough for her.
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