Sure, the movie was not bad but can you blame me for loving the book so much more? Gotta admit though, Meril was perfect for the role of bitchy fashion magazine boss.

This book was terrible, and I'm someone who enjoys chick lit. The Devil Wears Prada is a roman-a-clef by Lauren Weisberger, a mediocre writer who takes herself too seriously. The plot is just a series of bad decisions made by the novel's unlikeable protagonist Andy Sachs, who thinks the best way to become a writer for the New Yorker is by becoming an assistant at a Vogue style magazine for a year. Andy spends most of the novel whining about her mundane entry-level job and stealing designer clothes from the sample room. As the story unfolds, it becomes apparent that the author has a worrying lack of knowledge about fashion, publishing, and human behavior in general.

Sure, it's a quick read, but there are better things you could do with your time. Like staring at the wall, or counting the dots on the ceiling.

I was very disappointed by this book. I saw the movie first (maybe that was my mistake?) and LOVED it. Wanted to be even more a fashion hoe than I was. Started reading Vogue and taking more time to get ready for the day. Then part 2 came out and I NEEDED to read the series. And... my heart broke when I read it. I thought I was going to LOVE it and didn't realize how different the book was to the movie. I don't understand why or how movies can do that but I think it's selfish of them haha. They tricked me. If you saw the movie then you don't need to read this book.

Where to start with this one! Seldom have I ever read a book that actually made my blood boil with rage, but this did it! I can, unfortunately, relate to the utter misery that Andy faces while at Runway, while my own clearly does not amount to her cataclysmic year of agony.

Having seen the movie well over 20 times, I found the book to be very little like the movie in most regards. The book is far more depressing, but far more real, and thus far more enjoyable. If you've never read this book, do so in order to gain a glimpse into what total suffering can be.

Regarding Miranda Priestly, it is rare that I have come across a character that deserves a slow a horrid death, but she deserves to die slowly. No matter the talent the woman had in editing, I would argue that her knee caps be shot out, one at a time, six months apart, then followed by her thumbs being removed with piano wire. Lastly, her tongue should have been removed with acid. Once finished with these (perhaps one year later, maybe two), poisoning by strychnine would be administered in order for her to suffocate and die of asphyxiation.

Or, on the lighter side, simply putting several ounces of glass dust into her damned Starbucks's latte would be enough to grind her internal organs into hamburger over several months of a painful and slow death.

No human being like Miranda should be allowed to live on Earth.

“For most people, the ringing of a phone was a welcome sign. Someone was trying to reach them, to say hello, ask about their well-being, or make plans. For me, it triggered fear, intense anxiety and heart-stopping panic.”
― Lauren Weisberger, The Devil Wears Prada

Was it me or was the book really tough to get into? Usually it is the opposite with me. I love the book and am not crazy about the film. But in this case the opposite is true.

It maybe because I'd already seen the movie. It may help to read the book first. Or maybe it's because Meryl Streep is just so great. Even now, if I am channel surfing and see the movie on I will watch it. But I just did not or was not able to, get involved in the book. And for some reason the characters just were not vivid to me or maybe they were but I saw them as Streep and Hathaway. So as a result I just could not really focus.

Llegué al libro por haber visto la película (sino no se hasta qué punto me hubiese interesado por él), y aunque esperaba que se parecieran, terminaron siendo dos historias muy diferentes. Se mantiene la idea básica de la jefa déspota, pero nada más.

El argumento es bastante sencillo, ya que gira en torno al trabajo de la protagonista y las relaciones y emociones pasan a un segundo o tercer plano (además de que aunque quisiera seguir con su vida, no tendría tiempo de hacerlo).

El diablo viste de Prada me resultó realmente divertido. En serio.
Hay una cantidad considerable de sarcasmo e ironía, y me he reido mucho con la forma en que se cuentan las situaciones que padece la pobre Andrea a causa de su jefa, con sus exigencias tan diversas como ridículas.
Trabajar para Miranda Priestly es malo para la salud.

Andrea decide tomar ese empleo porque resistir un año con Miranda equivale en experiencia a cinco años en otros lugares. Lo que no le dijeron es que ese trabajo por el que miles de chicas darían un ojo de la cara sería como perder cinco años de vida, y despertaría en ella instintos asesinos (llevados con mucho humor).

n  "Miranda llevaba su ropa sucia a la oficina y a mí me correspondía, qué afortunada, llamar a la tintorería y comunicarles que teníamos mercancía. (...) Mi trabajo era, intelectualmente, cada vez más estimulante."n

Me gustó especialmente que aunque estuviese sumergida en el mundo de la moda, a Andrea no pudieran importarle menos su aspecto, las marcas carísimas por las que todos se desviven o el glamour del que se ve rodeada. Si la personalidad de la protagonista hubiese sido diferente, parte del encanto del libro se habría perdido.


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I can see the flaws in this book - now that they've been pointed out to me. And I thoroughly relished it anyway. It's a fun romp, packed with malice, fury and toney designer brand names, and easily tons superior to the sickly sentimentality and cop-out of the film.

A woman came up to me while I was reading this book and said, "Oh, how is that book? I've been meaning to read it." I answered, "Um, well, it's kind of fun." She raised her eyebrows at me. "I see." I added, "I wouldn't pay full price for it. I got it on sale for, like, a dollar." She nodded as she began to walk away, "Okay, I know what you're saying."

I can explain more if you still feel like reading this book. Honestly, I won't stop you from reading The Devil Wears Prada, I just don't suggest you push off absolutely everything else in order to do it. There are many, many more worthy books.

The main character, Andrea/Andy, is just really not likeable. I wish she was. I kept trying to see her point of view. But she really bothered me. She had a great opportunity to get into the publishing business, fashion business, or whatever else. She just had to hold out for a year. Fine, she's getting four or five hours of sleep a night. I really don't care. Fine, her boss is ridiculous. But Andrea defiantly sighs at her to show her how she feels, which really, just makes her a big baby. I didn't like a lot of the people I worked for, but if you're a hardworker, you're not going to huff and puff to prove your point that all of this is beneath you. You're going to suck it up and do it. Andrea acts like the super expensive, fashionable clothes that everybody wears are ridiculous, and yes, she sells what she has at the end, but she also puts down Franco Sarto shoes and Ann Taylor (or was it Express?), which made Andy pretty hard to relate to since most people reading the book are probably wearing those things. She doesn't treat her best friend well the entire time, which okay, sometimes these things get left behind when you're busy, but come on, she was an alcoholic. Pull it together, Andy, and be a friend. And when she tells off Miranda at the end, God, I really think the author was going for that whole, Yeah, sock it to her, Andy! thing, but that's really not how I felt. I wanted to tell Andy to grow up. Wouldn't a decent person and adult have said, "Look, Miranda, my friend has been in an accident. I'm sorry if you want me to stay, but I have to go." Which, okay, that's not the best ending either, but really, don't bring up the whole friend in an accident thing, and then have Andy blow up and quit because she couldn't get Miranda's two kids some passports. (Yes, I understand that in the back of her head Andy was probably upset about her friend, but that really didn't come out at all.) There's a lot more to complain about, but really, do I have to say anything else?

Weak.

I read this a few years ago, and still remember what a rollicking good ride it was. I was mesmerized by the horror. It was like watching a train wreck in slow motion. In a good way, that is. I'm sure there's a good way to watch a train wreck if we think about it long enough.

In the interest of full disclosure, I spent several years in what we shall charitably call the fashion industry. So young, insecure, underpaid, working for creative tyrants, living on coffee and celery, and not being able to afford the clothes one must wear (and loves) whilst working 12 - 14 hour shifts are familiar memories from my younger days. So is fear of boss after boss after boss. Abject fear. if there was ever a time in your life when you worked in high-end retail or designer fashions, this one's for you.

I likely will never read another Weisberger novel. I generally eschew chick lit and whiny protagonists. But The Devil Wears Prada was a 5-star read for me.

Oh I love this chick lit. I enjoy the movie. I can relate to the characters. Having a nightmare boss who demands everything must be ready for her, is just funny as hell.

This is the ultimate chick lit.

Miranda reminds me of someone from my past school days. This teacher was also elegant, and everyone escaped away and afraid of her. Everyone was running around her in fear as she entered the classroom.
The book is wonderful. A clash of two worlds - an ordinary girl and a rich, influential woman from the fashion world. The book is interesting and worth recommending

This was pretty cute. I enjoyed it for the most part. I will not be reading the sequel, however..it just wasn't THAT good.