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From the author of REVENGE WEARS PRADA, 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 ...

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Overview

From the author of REVENGE WEARS PRADA, 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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Editorial Reviews

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"[A] funny, biting, low-cal treat."
-Rush & Molloy, The New York Daily News

"A deliciously witty and gossipy first novel."
-Publishers Weekly

"[An] on-the-money kiss-and-tell debut.
-Kirkus

From the Hardcover edition.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307275554
  • Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 5/30/2006
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Edition description: Reprint
  • Pages: 448
  • Product dimensions: 4.15 (w) x 6.95 (h) x 0.95 (d)

Meet the Author

Lauren Weisberger
Lauren Weisberger graduated from Cornell University in 1999. She lives in New York City.

Biography

Lauren Weisberger graduated from Cornell University. Her first novel, The Devil Wears Prada, was on the New York Times hardcover bestseller list for six months. It has been published in twenty-seven countries. She lives in New York.

Author biography courtesy of Simon & Schuster, Inc.

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"I'm addicted to Lonely Planet guides. Naturally, I'll buy one whenever I take a trip somewhere, but it goes beyond that: I've begun buying them for cities and countries I just hope to visit one day. I read all the minutiae for a given place, so that when (or really if) I ever get there, I'll know where to sleep, sightsee, and meet lots and lots of Australian backpackers."

"My obsession with jeans is bordering on the unhealthy, especially my ability to justify how many pairs I currently own or ‘need.' With very, very few exceptions (black-tie weddings being the only one that comes to mind), I wear jeans everywhere, for all occasions. The rest of the outfit doesn't interest me all that much and certainly doesn't inspire this level of devotion, but I'm both proud and embarrassed to admit that I can identify brand and fit from a distance of six city blocks."

"I am inordinately skilled at stalking people online. Googling is for amateurs: if you're serious about finding someone (and I am), there are so many better ways of approaching it. Typing someone's name and college into the computer and reading what comes up won't get you very far. Try to be more creative. For example, if you want to know more about an author, read the acknowledgments in their books, search their name and the names of the people they thank simultaneously, and work from there. Same goes for a guy you might like: try typing in keywords like ‘dating,' ‘girlfriend,' and ‘sex' to see if it unearths anything more interesting than his high school swimming records. I can't believe I'm admitting to this right now."

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    1. Hometown:
      New York, New York
    1. Date of Birth:
      March 28, 1977
    2. Place of Birth:
      Scranton, Pennsylvania
    1. Education:
      B.A. in English, Cornell University, 1999

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The Devil Wears Prada: Movie Tie-In


By Lauren Weisberger

Random House

Lauren Weisberger
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0767925955


Chapter One

1

The light hadn't even officially turned green at the intersection of 17th and Broadway before an army of overconfident yellow cabs roared past the tiny deathtrap I was attempting to navigate around the city streets. Clutch, gas, shift (neutral to first? Or first to second?), release clutch, I repeated over and over in my head, the mantra offering little comfort and even less direction amid the screeching midday traffic. The little car bucked wildly twice before it lurched forward through the intersection. My heart flip-flopped in my chest. Without warning, the lurching evened out and I began to pick up speed. Lots of speed. I glanced down to confirm visually that I was only in second gear, but the rear end of a cab loomed so large in the windshield that I could do nothing but jam my foot on the brake pedal so hard that my heel snapped off. Shit! Another pair of seven-hundred-dollar shoes sacrificed to my complete and utter lack of grace under pressure: this clocked in as my third such breakage this month. It was almost a relief when the car stalled (I'd obviously forgotten to press the clutch when attempting to brake for my life). I had a few seconds-peaceful seconds if one could overlook the angry honking and varied forms of the word "fuck" being hurled at me from all directions-to pull off myManolos and toss them into the passenger seat. There was nowhere to wipe my sweaty hands except for the suede Gucci pants that hugged my thighs and hips so tightly they'd both begun to tingle within minutes of my securing the final button. My fingers left wet streaks across the supple suede that swathed the tops of my now numb thighs. Attempting to drive this $84,000 stick-shift convertible through the obstacle-fraught streets of midtown at lunchtime pretty much demanded that I smoke a cigarette.

"Fuckin' move, lady!" hollered a swarthy driver whose chest hair threatened to overtake the wife-beater he wore. "What do you think this is? Fuckin' drivin' school? Get outta the way!"

I raised a shaking hand to give him the finger and then turned my attention to the business at hand: getting nicotine coursing through my veins as quickly as possible. My hands were moist again with sweat, evidenced by the matches that kept slipping to the floor. The light turned green just as I managed to touch the fire to the end of the cigarette, and I was forced to leave it hanging between my lips as I negotiated the intricacies of clutch, gas, shift (neutral to first? Or first to second?), release clutch, the smoke wafting in and out of my mouth with each and every breath. It was another three blocks before the car moved smoothly enough for me to remove the cigarette, but it was already too late: the precariously long line of spent ash had found its way directly to the sweat stain on the pants. Awesome. But before I could consider that, counting the Manolos, I'd wrecked $3,100 worth of merchandise in under three minutes, my cell phone bleated loudly. And as if the very essence of life itself didn't suck enough at that particular moment, the caller ID confirmed my worst fear: it was Her. Miranda Priestly. My boss.

"Ahn-dre-ah! Ahn-dre-ah! Can you hear me, Ahn-dre-ah?" she trilled the moment I snapped my Motorola open-no small feat considering both of my (bare) feet and hands were already contending with various obligations. I propped the phone between my ear and shoulder and tossed the cigarette out the window, where it narrowly missed hitting a bike messenger. He screamed out a few highly unoriginal "fuck yous" before weaving forward.

"Yes, Miranda. Hi, I can hear you perfectly."

"Ahn-dre-ah, where's my car? Did you drop it off at the garage yet?"

The light ahead of me blessedly turned red and looked as though it might be a long one. The car jerked to a stop without hitting anyone or anything, and I breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm in the car right now, Miranda, and I should be at the garage in just a few minutes." I figured she was probably concerned that everything was going well, so I reassured her that there were no problems whatsoever and we should both arrive shortly in perfect condition.

"Whatever," she said brusquely, cutting me off midsentence. "I need you to pick up Madelaine and drop her off at the apartment before you come back to the office." Click. The phone went dead. I stared at it for a few seconds before I realized that she'd deliberately hung up because she had provided all of the details I could hope to receive. Madelaine. Who the hell was Madelaine? Where was she at the moment? Did she know I was to pick her up? Why was she going back to Miranda's apartment? And why on earth-considering Miranda had a full-time driver, housekeeper, and nanny-was I the one who had to do it?

Remembering that it was illegal to talk on a cell phone while driving in New York and figuring the last thing I needed at that moment was a run-in with the NYPD, I pulled into the bus lane and switched my flashers on. Breathe in, breathe out, I coached myself, even remembering to apply the parking brake before taking my foot off the regular one. It had been years since I'd driven a stick-shift car-five years, actually, since a high school boyfriend had volunteered his car up for a few lessons that I'd decidedly flunked-but Miranda hadn't seemed to consider that when she'd called me into her office an hour and a half earlier.

"Ahn-dre-ah, my car needs to be picked up from the place and dropped off at the garage. Attend to it immediately, as we'll be needing it tonight to drive to the Hamptons. That's all." I stood, rooted to the carpet in front of her behemoth desk, but she'd already blocked out my presence entirely. Or so I thought. "That's all, Ahn-dre-ah. See to it right now," she added, still not glancing up.

Ah, sure, Miranda, I thought to myself as I walked away, trying to figure out the first step in the assignment that was sure to have a million pitfalls along the way. First was definitely to find out at which "place" the car was located. Most likely it was being repaired at the dealership, but it could obviously be at any one of a million auto shops in any one of the five boroughs. Or perhaps she'd lent it to a friend and it was currently occupying an expensive spot in a full-service garage somewhere on Park Avenue? Of course, there was always the chance that she was referring to a new car-brand unknown-that she'd just recently purchased that hadn't yet been brought home from the (unknown) dealership. I had a lot of work to do.

I started by calling Miranda's nanny, but her cell phone went straight to voice mail. The housekeeper was next on the list and, for once, a big help. She was able to tell me that the car wasn't brand-new and it was in fact a "convertible sports car in British racing green," and that it was usually parked in a garage on Miranda's block, but she had no idea what the make was or where it might currently be residing. Next on the list was Miranda's husband's assistant, who informed me that, as far as she knew, the couple owned a top-of-the-line black Lincoln Navigator and some sort of small green Porsche. Yes! I had my first lead. One quick phone call to the Porsche dealership on Eleventh Avenue revealed that yes, they had just finished touching up the paint and installing a new disc-changer in a green Carrera 4 Cabriolet for a Ms. Miranda Priestly. Jackpot!

I ordered a Town Car to take me to the dealership, where I turned over a note I'd forged with Miranda's signature that instructed them to release the car to me. No one seemed to care whatsoever that I was in no way related to this woman, that some stranger had cruised into the place and requested someone else's Porsche. They tossed me the keys and only laughed when I'd asked them to back it out of the garage because I wasn't sure I could handle a stick shift in reverse. It'd taken me a half hour to get ten blocks, and I still hadn't figured out where or how to turn around so I'd actually be heading uptown, toward the parking place on Miranda's block that her housekeeper had described. The chances of my making it to 76th and Fifth without seriously injuring myself, the car, a biker, a pedestrian, or another vehicle were nonexistent, and this new call did nothing to calm my nerves.

Once again, I made the round of calls, but this time Miranda's nanny picked up on the second ring.

"Cara, hey, it's me."

"Hey, what's up? Are you on the street? It sounds so loud."

"Yeah, you could say that. I had to pick up Miranda's Porsche from the dealership. Only, I can't really drive stick. But now she called and wants me to pick up someone named Madelaine and drop her off at the apartment. Who the hell is Madelaine and where might she be?"

Cara laughed for what felt like ten minutes before she said, "Madelaine's their French bulldog puppy and she's at the vet. Just got spayed. I was supposed to pick her up, but Miranda just called and told me to pick the twins up early from school so they can all head out to the Hamptons."

"You're joking. I have to pick up a fucking dog with this Porsche? Without crashing? It's never going to happen."

"She's at the East Side Animal Hospital, on Fifty-second between First and Second. Sorry, Andy, I have to get the girls now, but call if there's anything I can do, OK?"

Maneuvering the green beast to head uptown sapped my last reserves of concentration, and by the time I reached Second Avenue, the stress sent my body into meltdown. It couldn't possibly get worse than this, I thought as yet another cab came within a quarter-inch of the back bumper. A nick anywhere on the car would guarantee I lose my job-that much was obvious-but it just might cost me my life as well. Since there was obviously not a parking spot, legal or otherwise, in the middle of the day, I called the vet's office from outside and asked them to bring Madelaine to me. A kindly woman emerged a few minutes later (just enough time for me to field another call from Miranda, this one asking why I wasn't back at the office yet) with a whimpering, sniffling puppy. The woman showed me Madelaine's stitched-up belly and told me to drive very, very carefully because the dog was "experiencing some discomfort." Right, lady. I'm driving very, very carefully solely to save my job and possibly my life-if the dog benefits from this, it's just a bonus.

With Madelaine curled up on the passenger seat, I lit another cigarette and rubbed my freezing bare feet so my toes could resume gripping the clutch and brake pedal. Clutch, gas, shift, release clutch, I chanted, trying to ignore the dog's pitiful howls every time I accelerated. She alternated between crying, whining, and snorting. By the time we reached Miranda's building, the pup was nearly hysterical. I tried to soothe her, but she could sense my insincerity-and besides, I had no free hands with which to offer a reassuring pat or nuzzle. So this was what four years of diagramming and deconstructing books, plays, short stories, and poems were for: a chance to comfort a small, white, batlike bulldog while trying not to demolish someone else's really, really expensive car. Sweet life. Just as I had always dreamed.

I managed to dump the car at the garage and the dog with Miranda's doorman without further incident, but my hands were still shaking when I climbed into the chauffeured Town Car that had been following me all over town. The driver looked at me sympathetically and made some supportive comment about the difficulty of stick shifts, but I didn't feel much like chatting.

"Just heading back to the Elias-Clark building," I said with a long sigh as the driver pulled around the block and headed south on Park Avenue. Since I rode the route every day-sometimes twice-I knew I had exactly eight minutes to breathe and collect myself and possibly even figure out a way to disguise the ash and sweat stains that had become permanent features on the Gucci suede. The shoes-well, those were beyond hope, at least until they could be fixed by the fleet of shoemakers Runway kept for such emergencies. The ride was actually over in six and a half minutes, and I had no choice but to hobble like an off-balance giraffe on my one flat, one four-inch heel arrangement. A quick stop in the Closet turned up a brand-new pair of knee-high maroon-colored Jimmy Choos that looked great with the leather skirt I grabbed, tossing the suede pants in the "Couture Cleaning" pile (where the basic prices for dry cleaning started at seventy-five dollars per item). The only stop left was a quick visit to the Beauty Closet, where one of the editors there took one look at my sweat-streaked makeup and whipped out a trunk full of fixers.

Not bad, I thought, looking in one of the omnipresent full-length mirrors. You might not even know that mere minutes before I was hovering precariously close to murdering myself and everyone around me. I strolled confidently into the assistants' suite outside Miranda's office and quietly took my seat, looking forward to a few free minutes before she returned from lunch.

"And-re-ah," she called from her starkly furnished, deliberately cold office. "Where are the car and the puppy?"

I leaped out of my seat and ran as fast as was possible on plush carpeting while wearing five-inch heels and stood before her desk. "I left the car with the garage attendant and Madelaine with your doorman, Miranda," I said, proud to have completed both tasks without killing the car, the dog, or myself.

"And why would you do something like that?" she snarled, looking up from her copy of Women's Wear Daily for the first time since I'd walked in. "I specifically requested that you bring both of them to the office, since the girls will be here momentarily and we need to leave."

"Oh, well, actually, I thought you said that you wanted them to-"

"Enough. The details of your incompetence interest me very little. Go get the car and the puppy and bring them here. I'm expecting we'll be all ready to leave in fifteen minutes. Understood?"


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Interviews & Essays

A Conversation with Lauren Weisberger, author of THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA
1. The tortures Miranda puts Andrea through are bound to become urban legends—did you set out to write the ultimate "boss from hell" story with THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA?
While I didn’t necessarily begin writing with the intent of creating a "boss from hell" story, it’s obviously a large component of the book. A lot of the anecdotes and demands and craziness are products of my imagination, stories I created at four in the morning while chugging coffee and fighting sleep deprivation. But there’s reality there, too. Some of the stories aren’t so far away from the tasks either I or my friends in various industries — whether fashion or magazines or PR or advertising — went through our first few years out of college. I imagine that assistants everywhere will recognize some of their own experiences in Andrea’s life.
2. I know Andrea is a fictional character, but do you have any qualities in common with her? For example, do you eschew high fashion and opt for Banana Republic like Andrea at the beginning of the novel?
I see a lot of myself in Andrea, from her love of writing to her tendency to get so wrapped up in things that she somehow finds it difficult to see the big picture. It was only natural for me to have her grow up in a small town, study English at university, and move to New York after graduation, because that’s clearly a familiar path for me. But I think she’s a hell of a lot stronger than I could ever be. Every time I reread the book, I’m struck by the tenacity with which she keeps showing up at work every dayand how she manages, somehow, to get through a really lousy situation. And while, like Andrea, I care very little about high fashion, I of course wouldn’t turn down an afternoon of shopping with my friends. I definitely like clothes as much as the next girl, just not to the extent of people who work in the fashion industry.
3. So many women all over the world have relationships with fashion magazines, it is no wonder that THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA has generated so much buzz. Have you been surprised by all of the excitement surrounding the book?
When the excitement really picked up the past couple months and there were all sorts of mentions in magazines and newspapers, I was blown away. It still seems totally surreal, and seeing the name of the book in print somewhere official is so shocking that it barely registers. It’s completely overwhelming, but in a great way.
4. How would you most like readers to respond to the novel?
I like to think the book isn’t totally about Miranda or how awful she is, and that Andrea’s voice really comes through. Hopefully readers everywhere can relate to the other things in Andrea’s life. The repercussions of her job on her personal life, the problems that arise with her best friend and boyfriend and family, and the way it feels to live in the big city for the first time, are common experiences for so many young women. At the end of the day, I’d be thrilled to hear that readers related to Andrea and this year in her life, and that they had a few laughs while they read. This is clearly not War & Peace, so I’d love to hear that people just enjoyed themselves while reading the book. That would be perfect.
5. Who is your favorite designer?
The closest I get to any sort of "designer" items would probably be my weakness for jeans—they don’t have to be any particular brand, but I’m willing to do almost anything, go anywhere, spend obscene amounts of money for that elusive "perfect pair." But I only ever really wear casual stuff with them—white tank tops or button-downs, the kinds of things that I suppose one could buy at Prada but I never do since they’re indistinguishable (to my uneducated eye) from the stuff you can get at Banana.
5. You are a world traveler, and recently returned from Southeast Asia. How was yourtrip? Do you have any other travel plans scheduled?
The trip was absolutely amazing. Vietnam and Cambodia are such special places, unlike anywhere else I’d seen before in Asia. The people are primarily Buddhist and as a result, were peaceful and welcoming and incredibly hospitable. And as always when you’re traveling, it was great to meet other travelers from around the world and hear their perspectives on all sorts of different subjects. Although the plans aren’t yet definite, I’m hoping to get to Scandinavia and Russia at some point in the next few months, and after that, sub-Saharan Africa is first on my list. If I could figure out a way to earn a living while traveling for the rest of my life, well, I think that’d be a dream come true.
8. What is your next project? What have you been working on recently?
Recently I’ve been focusing a lot of my time on promotingThe Devil Wears Prada! There are all sorts of interviews to do and readings that are planned, and I’m just preparing myself for everything that’s coming up in the next couple months. I’ve been doing some freelance writing for magazines and am also working on a short story that will be included in an anthology that’s set to be published in 2004. And of course, I spend obscene amounts of time thinking about the book I hope to write next.
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 4, 2009

    Watch the Movie instead!

    I finally got around to renting the movie from the video store long after it left the new releases shelves and found it hilarious--so I was eager to pick up a copy of the book from my local library. As an avid reader, I almost always find the book to be ten times better than the movie because movies are limited by a number of parameters, namely "time."<BR/>That being said, this is one of those occasions where the movie is so much better than the book. The book was simply far too long, filled with page after page after page of endless errand running for a rude boss. We get it already! The movie was able to get the point across much more dramatically AND QUICKLY by simply showing the boss toss one coat after another (indicating day after day) onto her poor assistant's desk. There were simply too many times I dozed off reading this book, but I labored on. The endless complaints about the useless errand running also got to me after a while, to the point where I simply didn't like the main character all that much anymore. She didn't seem to have any self respect, and the explanation that she was doing this as a means to be able to pick anywhere she wanted to work after a year didn't seem plausible. Enough said--rent the movie.

    8 out of 11 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 15, 2006

    Lacked Depth

    I did quite enjoy this book but not one character was a rounded three dimensional character. Not at one point in the book do you ever find yourself rooting for Andy or feeling any kind of emotion for that matter. On the surface this book is a good with a good idea but that is just the problem the book remains surface.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 25, 2009

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    Inside the Fashion Industry

    Andrea Sachs, a recent college graduate, lands a job as an assistant to the editor in chief of Runway Magazine, Miranda Priesly. Little did she know that her boss would be the most demanding, overbearing, ruthless person in the world.

    The author's style in the novel is simplistic. The narrator is Andrea who takes the reader on a whirlwind adventure into her daily life. The plot line is predictable and the diction is colloquial. This book was entertaining due to the humorous language that the narrator uses.

    If you are a recent college grad or have been there before, you will be able to relate to Andrea. She struggles with making ends meet on a new college grad income while working in an industry that is obsessed with fashion and perfection. Andrea also learns some important lessons around friendship by letting fear dictate her work career because of how intimidating Miranda was with her. Her constant fear and 'marriage' to her work got in the way of her relationships. As a result, she lost some trust with her friends, broke up with her boyfriend, and weakened relations with her friends.

    Lauren Wiesberger graduated from Cornell University then moved to New York to pursue her career as a magazine writer. However, for six months prior to this, she spent time in Europe backpacking with her boyfriend. When she retuned from her trip she realized she had no money and no place to live. So she applied for an assistant position at Vogue magazine to the editor in chief. Her boss had bizarre, demanding requests and made her work like a mad woman to the point where she became isolated with the world around her. She eventualy quit the position and she became a freelance journalist. Lauren's own personal life is seen through the storyline in this book.

    This novel is an easy read book that has simplistic word choice. It is also an escape from the everyday kind of book. If you like fashion and humor The Devil Wears Prada is an excellent choice for you.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 11, 2008

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    Wayyy Better Than the Movie!

    The characters on the book are much better than they are in the movie. Lots of scenarios are different. This is a good book to read on a long flight or a rainy day. There are plenty of "Oh, My Gosh!" moments and it will keep you interested until the very end.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 15, 2006

    I am working with her!

    She is not my direct boss, however, she was the boss of one of my very close friends... who... luckily for her has not only left the company, but the state! This person is the head of a one of the divisions of a world wide company... and calling her the Devil is being quite nice! I had to write something because of someone elses comment here that the book is unrealistic... you know... until you've walked a mile in there shoes??? Never say never! This book is so right on it's like it followed this evil woman around where I work. Just be happy the Devil isn't your boss... because she is alive and well in Orange County, California!!

    4 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 27, 2006

    And Armani, and Pucci, and . . .

    Some may or may not know, but THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA is about the editor of Vogue Magazine at Conde Nast. Okay, so they changed the names, etc, but it's still the same story, and as someone who worked at that company briefly, I can tell you that every word is true. In fact, I think Weisberger toned it down for purposes of telling the story and 'getting it out.' Frankly, no one would believe the horrendous things that go on in publishing, the movie business, and other areas that deal with media and making a buck. I was reminded more than once of two other books that deal with New York and the way things are messed up---BRIGHT LIGHTS, BIG CITY by McInnery, and KATZENJAMMER by McCrae---and while both are really good, THE DEVIL is more up-to-date. Then of course, there's the movie that's just come out. Duh! That doesn't hurt. At any rate, this is one book you should read if you want to know (and avoid) the publishing industry.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 23, 2009

    Miranda Priestly is the Devil

    I didn't get hooked until I was near the middle of 'The Devil Wears Prada', but I wasn't disappointed by the end.
    For a debut, Weisberger's book was fantastic.
    I can't believe Mrs. Priestly could be such a female dog, and that Andrea Sachs had to suffer for so long.
    I laughed so hard at the part where Andrea finally laid down the law, told Miranda to screw it, and basically lost her job.
    This provides a fresh take on the fashion journalism business, I think.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 5, 2006

    A Boss to Avoid!

    I thought the book was hilarious and unimaginable to a certain extent while describing the idiosyncracies of Miranda Priestly.. a must read in your free time.. the description of the prada bags and jimmy choo shoes in 'The Closet' are fantastic!

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2006

    Light-hearted and a fun, easy read.

    This book was a fun read and kept me entertained. It's not going to change your views about anything or make you smarter, but it is a nice little break from reality. Great book to take to the beach.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 10, 2006

    You'll keep saying 'enough, already... get on with it'

    The problem with this book, although it is entertaining, is that it could just about be cut in half. We didn't need quite that many chapters to agree with how horrible the boss is to everyone. Any other aspect of the main character's life was so outnumbered by the Miranda stories that it didn't have much depth. Which, left the ending to seem succinct and missing something. I'm glad I read 'Everyone Worth Knowing' first because it was pretty much the same scene but more entertaining. I doubt I'll read Weisberger again- I'm just not into the pretentious, high society fluff.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 5, 2004

    Loved it and laughed the entire time!

    This was a great book about working for the meanest boss ever. I thought it was very funny. I really enjoyed and appreciated Andrea's wit and charm that she used to get her through each work day.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 13, 2012

    Fascinating

    Being a tomboy and loving sports, I secretly loved this book. While the movie is very different from the book, I found myself watching the movie repeatedly. Then I found out it was a book, and decided to give it a read. I could not put this book down. The writing was fun, but not watered down. I felt like I was in Andrea's shoes. It gives you a somewhat factual glimpse of the assistant life, depending on your boss. If you want to read something different, or you're into elaborate books (The Help, The Kite Runner...) read this!

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 5, 2012

    Anonymous

    Movie was better!

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 13, 2011

    Awesome book!!!

    The book is way better than the movie. Its way more detailed and its just all around a fun read.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 28, 2006

    the correct review

    no matter what anyone says, i was one of the first to read this book becasue i have never encountered anyone in my lifetime that is more obsessed with new york city, saratoga springs, and the fashion world as well as its surrounding culture. i immensly enjoyed this book and passed it along to many of my friends. this is probably my favorite books becasue it takes me back to being in new york.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    Michael

    Michael have a dog he pla weth it evre day

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 15, 2012

    Loved it

    Hilarious

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted September 6, 2012

    Great.

    I've watched the movie, and both are definitley great.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 8, 2012

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    The Devil Wears Prada By Lauren Weisberger Andrea Sachs has re

    The Devil Wears Prada
    By Lauren Weisberger

    Andrea Sachs has recently graduated college and is trying to find a job that will someday lead her to working for The New Yorker, when she is hired by the most exasperating and demanding woman on the face of the planet, Miranda Priestly. Throughout the novel Andrea is forced day after day to do increasingly demeaning tasks and sacrifice her relationships with everyone around her, when she begins to change into someone unrecognizable even to herself she decides enough is enough.

    The entire book is a satirical look at having a demanding boss which I am sure everyone can appreciate in one form or another. It&rsquo;s witty and well written the only fault I have with it is that Lauren Weisberger seems to have some problem with southern people and describes them as tasteless, the main character even belittles the fact that her sister and brother in law live in Houston and have started to speak with southern accents. I am not quite sure why she finds this necessary but coming from Texas, I didn&rsquo;t enjoy it whatsoever. It is completely unlike the movie which is a good thing I didn&rsquo;t particularly enjoy the movie, the ending of the book was very lacking however it almost feels as though it didn&rsquo;t end at all she just decided to quit writing. This is definitely a book you will have to read for yourself to see if you like it or not as for me it had its good points and it&rsquo;s bad so I am not even sure if I did.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 29, 2012

    A great read

    The book was amazing. I wouldn't have changed a thing if my life depended on it. The author does an amazing job to make the reader feel like they are watching from the sidelines aand cheering the realistic charachters on. More than highly recomended.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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