The Devil Wears Prada

As we all know, it now has a movie tie-in, which I hope, is better than the book.  The story’s pacing was so sloooow that I got bored most of the time and made me fall asleep.  The author allotted a big part of the story to relegating the unreasonableness, bitchy, and devilish attitude of Miranda (thank you for ruining my middle name! aarrghh!!!), Andy’s boss, that somewhere in the middle, I wanted to ask the author, “Hey, where the hell are you planning to take me, the reader?  You’ve already enumerated one too many designer names that I never heard of in my entire life but there seems to be no progress to your story?”.  Hopefully, when I see the movie, I’ll get to see and appreciate those designer clothes and accessories that were described like they were some kind of holy items that deserve some amount of worship worthy of the gods. 

After like 300 plus pages, the story finally changed pace.  Andy had some realizations about her work and how her whole life has revolved around Miranda in spite of the fact that she hates her with all her heart.  Even so, she remained committed to her job and went on neglecting her family, her BF and her best friend so she could finish the one year sentence with Miranda and be recommended as a writer to her most coveted The New Yorker.  But the author gave me a series of disappointments right through the end.  Andy realized things way too late, her entire life was ruined already and the one year was almost up when she told Miranda to go fuck herself.  It seems like Andy has lost all her dignity as a person to nothing in the end since she was not able to get the benefit of working for Miranda at all.  I would have loved it more had she done the fuck yourself thing to Miranda early on, when she was not that insulted yet by all the belittling and mean things a boss could possibly do to an assistant.  Moreover, she had said that thing right after Miranda has shown some amount of being a person who has feelings so to speak.  The fuck yourself didn’t even teach Miranda a thing.  She’s still that same bitchy boss right till the end.  Andy indeed became a writer though not for New Yorker and she lost her boyfriend too.  What happened to Christian? I also don’t know what he’s role is there.  He was introduced as a big time author well-known in the field one would think that he would help Andy get out of her hell job.  But there’s no such thing.  He just became the band-aid for some time when Andy and Alex (the BF) took a break. 

Boo! I was really disappointed with this book.  Poor plot and too much extravagance.  The movie’s got to be better!