I had high hopes for this book, being as I think the movie is relatively clever and enjoyable, but I was sadly disappointed.

Andrea "Andy" Sachs is a predictable and over used heroine that we are all familiar with. A spunky, independent "free thinker" that, while struggling to make her way from college into the journalism field, takes a job working as an assistant to the editor-in-chief of Runway magazine,the predictably hellish Miranda Priestly.

My main problem with this book, aside from it's writing style, is that all the characters fill a rather traditional role and lack a much needed depth that made the book almost unreadable, in my opinion. You have the sensitive boyfriend, the caring parents, the wild child friend, the ridiculously demanding boss, the tempting playboy, and the annoying, two-faced coworkers. And as for the writing style, I'm not sure if there's a name for it, but you sort of got the impression that she was trying way too hard. I mean, does a casual, devil-may-care young woman really need to think the word "abismal" or "abhorrent" twice in the same paragraph? Because of these things, I found myself inwardly groaning at some scenes and even skipping them. This is one rare occasion where I can honestly say I'd rather watch the movie.

On a high note, I like high-end fashion, and just seeing the words of famous designers and labels was a nice feeling for me. Haha!

One of the few times the movie far surpasses the book. I couldn't even finish it because the characters are so unlikeable.

I picked this up because it was in the guest room at my aunt's beach house and it seemed like good "summer is here, I just finished finals, don't make me think" reading. I think I read it in about 3 hours, and I couldn't remember a single thing that happened to the main character once I was done.

In fact, if they hadn't come out with the movie (which I'm a big fan of, by the way), the book would have probably disappeared from my radar forever.

Nothing really happened in the book, which I objected to. It wasn't funny enough to be a straight-up comedy of errors, but the only semblance of a plot I could pick out had to do with the crazy, evil shenanigans of Anna Win--I mean, the editor Andie worked for.

I think the author could have given us much juicier inside-info about Anna, by the way. I know more about her from Page Six and industry gossip than I gleaned from this book...so come on, if you're going to write a novel the intellectual equivalent of a gossip rag, at least make it US Weekly and tell us something as opposed to making it In Touch Weekly and regurgitating what everyone already knows. Seriously...

Recommended for: when your brain hurts and you want to read something mindless, yet you won't stoop so low as to read a book written by someone without a basic grasp of the English language. Also, if you live in Wyoming and want to know if the rumors you hear about that Anna Wintour lady are true (they are).

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O que eu lembro da minha primeira vez com o livro O diabo veste Prada é a sensação de ter sido enganada pelo filme. Porque Meryl Streep, Anne Hathaway e Emily Blunt estão tão maravilhosas e o filme é tão bom que eu não podia acreditar que o livro pudesse ser menos que excelente. Mas, regras como o livro é melhor que o filme precisam de exceções para se confirmar.

Aproveitando o tema de livro baseado em fatos reais do Desafio Literário Popoca de abril, resolvi dar uma segunda chance ao volume que fez tanto sucesso ao supostamente contar como é trabalhar com a editora chefe da revista mais famosa de moda do mundo, Vogue, Anna Wintour, de quem a autora Lauren Weisberger realmente foi assistente.

Infelizmente alguns casos não têm salvação, e O diabo veste Prada é um deles. Enquanto o filme é tão sensacional e com uma história muito interessante de auto descoberta e superação, o livro é uma versão bastante piorada e pálida da assistente Andrea Sachs. Não sei quem fez os ajustes no enredo para o roteiro, mas as pequenas alterações foram suficientes para transformar água em vinho.

Fazia tempo que eu não encontrava uma protagonista tão chata e detestável quanto Andrea. Ela consegue ser mais superficial e egocêntrica que sua chefe malvada Miranda Priestly. Ela detesta tanto as pessoas do seu trabalho, sem ter uma razão para isso além de não gostar de moda, que ela é capaz de numa página reclamar que sua colega assistente é chata ao falar de um assunto e na página seguinte estar animadamente falando do mesmo assunto com gente famosa. O pior é que no final ela passa a gostar de moda, mas continua achando os outros superficiais, vai entender essa lógica?

E como ela reclama. O livro é narrado em primeira pessoa pela Andrea, e eu não estou exagerando quando digo que ela só reclama o tempo inteiro. Ela reclama da chefe, das colegas, da família (ela tem um ódio especial pelo marido da irmã por causa do seu sotaque, sério), dos amigos, do namorado, da vida... a leitura é simplesmente cansativa de tanta reclamação, a maioria sem o menor sentido, estando lá por uma tentativa de efeito cômico que acaba saindo pela culatra.

Desde então sei que a autora lançou diversos outros livros, mas confesso que ler esse volume me desanima de chegar perto de qualquer um deles. A única coisa boa de O diabo veste Prada é o filme.

Lettura disimpegnata e nel complesso gradevole, ma piuttosto superficiale e scontata.
Peccato, perché lo spunto sarebbe stato buono: un ritratto ironico e graffiante del mondo della moda, tanto idolatrato e vagheggiato oggigiorno, e il conflitto che inevitabilmente viene a crearsi nella vita privata delle persone sottoposte a ritmi di lavoro tanto frenetici.
Manca tuttavia il guizzo dell’originalità e dello humour, quel pizzico di sorpresa che impedirebbe alla trama di risultare tanto ripetitiva.
A mio parere è più frizzante e godibile il film che ne è stato tratto, il quale, pur essendo altrettanto prevedibile negli sviluppi, ha il vantaggio di potersi avvalere della brillante interpretazione di una sempre straordinaria Meryl Streep.
Da leggere giusto per passare il tempo.

OK, so this girl's boss asks her to do unreasonable things. That aside, however, the main character is a whiner who needs to grow up.

So many of the things Andrea complains about in this book fall under the category of "doing your job." Sure, the job sucks, but it also has unbelievable perks. Running all over town seems like a hassle, but a) that's your job, and b) you get chauffeured on those errands. Wearing free designer clothes. With a nearly unlimited expense account.

What? You're not allowed to talk to your best friend or your mom or your boyfriend on your cell phone at your desk because your boss might see? That's not a bitchy boss, that's called doing your job.

You're not allowed to leave your desk because you're responsible for answering the phone and your callers should never be subjected to voice mail? That's not a bitchy boss, that's called doing your job.

The lines are too long at the cafeteria for you to get your lunch and get back to work on time? Bring a lunch from home.

You have to wake up at 7 am? What the hell is wrong with you? Do your job.

Also, rolling your eyes and sighing audibly every time you're asked to do something should have gotten you fired long ago.

as a queer social worker living in the bay area i kind of wanted to read a book that was very far removed from my life to kind of get my mind off my problems. this was definitely very far removed from my life, and it did provide some much-needed perspective. like, "thank effing god i do not work at a job where people imply that i am fat, where i am allowed to have at least a shred of dignity and tell people that they are being ridiculous WHEN THEY ARE."
also, there are racist stereotypes EVERYWHERE. your indian roommates stink? your boyfriend's black students are all little thugs? cool. rad. thank you for taking EVERY OPPORTUNITY to tell us about that. it's not shitty AT ALL.
as a mental health worker, the amount of emotional abuse and eating disordered thinking and bodily dysmorphia was pretty hard to read. why the fuck are rich people allowed to get away with this shit?
and YES I KNOW that it's not supposed to be taken that seriously, and YES I KNOW that everyone else hate-read this book like over ten years ago, but it made me a little insane. i got about halfway through and then realized i was extremely stressed about petty details and extremely upset when tiny bad things happened. i realized that this book was warping my brain and i swear i felt better the second i heard it hit the bottom of the library return chute.

Videorecensione: https://youtu.be/UpyKxD9q6gQ

Even though the book's plot events are quite different from the movie's, i enjoyed it very much. The plot is more realistic, in my opinion, and the world of fashion more cruel and difficult compared to the one in the movie. Andy works in an environment that focuses on the image and beauty of a person. Miranda, her boss a such a hateful person, i couldn't stand her while reading the novel. I sympathised with Andrea and her courage showed what a strong person she is after all. An excellent book, i really loved it and simultaneously learnt many things regarding the world of fashion magazines!

It's been a long time since I've had a chance to add a new book to my "the movie is better" shelf, so at the very least, I owe The Devil Wears Prada credit for that.

(seriously, I could talk to the screenwriter of the movie for literally hours about the process of adapting the book and how she arrived at some of the brilliant choices she made)

I can't get over how night and day the two versions are. To show just one example: the character of Christian, in the book, functions purely as a temptation for Andy, teasing the reader with the threat that she'll cheat on her boyfriend (who, in the book, is so tooth-achingly perfect that I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and find out that he's been having an affair the whole time or something). And she never even sleeps with Christian in the book, so his character is ultimately pointless and should have been cut from the novel entirely. But in the movie he actually has a function outside of just being the guy Andy might cheat on her boyfriend with - the book still has the challenge where Andy has to get a copy of an unpublished Harry Potter book for Miranda, but she just finds some rando at a publishing company to get it for her. Having Christian be the connection that gets her the book in the movie version was, frankly, a stroke of brilliance and I bet Lauren Weisberger is really mad that she didn't think of that.

The sad truth about The Devil Wears Prada is that it could have functioned perfectly well as an in-depth magazine article. Because ultimately, this novel is attempting to shine a light on the toxic work culture at Vogue, and specifically to show the world that Anna Wintour is straight-up abusive to her underlings. But when the book came out, all of that got lost as people just scrambled to read all the dirt about what it was like working inside the hallowed halls of one of the most influential fashion magazines running today. There were probably (and probably still are) plenty of garbage people who considered "Andy" ungrateful, and thought that she should be forced to pay her dues by working a shitty job for a shitty boss. What people lost sight of - including Weisberger herself, because she's mostly concerned about how her job affected her and isn't interested in seeing the bigger picture - is that no one should ever have to go through what Andy goes through in this book.

The sad thing is that I don't think Anna Wintour ever faced any significant backlash for how she's portrayed in this book. If anything, The Devil Wears Prada actually benefited Wintour, because it made her a household name. (We would not have The September Issue without The Devil Wears Prada) Which, when you think about it, is really fucked up: that Wintour became more famous thanks to a book that portrayed her, in no uncertain terms, as a horrible human being, and there were never any real consequences for all of that ugliness coming to light. There is almost certainly some girl at Vogue working today who performs all of Andy's former duties, but that person is probably an unpaid intern now.

And how did this all shake out for "Andy", aka Lauren Weisberger, who wanted to write for the New Yorker and scoffed at the idea of Vogue having "literary articles" (a skepticism that goes unchallenged in the book, because the screenwriters had to scrape five book characters together in order to create the movie's version of Nigel)? At the end of the book, Andy publishes a magazine article about a recent college grad who gets hired at a super demanding job, and almost loses herself in the process. Weisberger tries to lampshade this by having Andy's family joke about how closely this skews to her real life, but it seems to be a pretty accurate estimation of Weisberger's post-Prada career. A quick look at her author page shows that she managed to wring two sequels out of her star-making novel, and most of her other books seem to follow the same formula of a simple, good-hearted girl who gets swept up in a world of glitz and glamour that she's fully unprepared for.

For better or for worse, Weisberger has built her career off of that one terrible year she spent at Vogue. Anna Wintour made Weisberger's writing career, and Weisberger gave Wintour widespread fame. They deserve each other.

this book blows. it's poorly written, the author uses the same words over and over, characters just do things at random and don't seem to have identifiable personalities of their own. if i was still in 5th grade and decided to write a book about working at a fashion magazine when i'm all grown up, this is what it would be like. i hate that the girl who wrote this is probably a millionaire. i'd like to hit her with a rock. as far as i can figure, it gets one star because she bothered to type it instead of giving it to us in the original crayon on big white pieces of paper format.

4/5 stars
Alright, so let me say first and foremost this is not my typical genre to read. That being said, I really thought this book was unique in it's own way.

Andy is fresh out of college and has no job prospects when she receives a call for an interview at Runway, an elite fashion magazine. Surprisingly, she is offered a job as Miranda Priestley's assistant and quickly learns that in the world of fashion, there aren't enough hours in a day. Her patience, relationships, and sanity are tested to the very limit as she endeavors to use this job to become a writer within a year.

So right out the gate, this book has a lot of great sarcastic humor in it, which I really liked. It kept things very light and easy to get through. Andy had a very clear and vivid POV and was consistent and humorous in getting her point across.

That being said, at certain points Miranda didn't seem as brutal as she did in the movie, and Andy received an alarming amount of support from her coworkers in hell. These aren't really cons, just observations.

Overall, my decrease in rating is due to the fluidity of things. I felt personally that there weren't enough big events in the book to keep me going for more at a fast and steady pace, which drew out my reading of this book. Still, I enjoyed the majority of it and definitely had a great time exploring Andy's brief time in the world of fashion.