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The Devil Wears Prada
by Lauren Weisberger
It wasn't... bad? Or rather, it wasn't terrible.
As much as I loved the author's vivid insight into a whirlwind environment I could only remotely fathom, some voice in the back of my head rolled my eyes whenever *she* rolled her eyes. I get the frustrating moments when Miranda requested things she'd obviously never articulated, or when she expected Andy or Emily to read her mind (the actual duck with those phone connections), or when she'd execute some twisted power play over anyone "below" her. But it felt like every other page, I was reading about Andy griping about "menial" tasks, or taking 20 extra minutes for a smoke break, or forgetting to think about the other people in her life. I suppose that's the point of the book, to show how much Miranda could warp Andy's sense of self and priorities... but have some integrity, maybe? Or perhaps I'm as Emily as they come, and I think that anyone who isn't willing to experience a bit of pain via long workweeks or tough bosses needs to suck it up. Whether you're a corporate cog or a relentless artist, isn't it about putting yourself on the grind and coming out more capable?
Tldr, it was cute but the author was a bit whiny and I found it difficult to empathize (unless the devil was truly being a devil). I'll stick to the movie.
(Got stuck between a 2 and a 3, but I'll chuck a round-up the book's way because 1) she did end up making something of the experience, and 2) she got Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway to costar in what is now a timeless favorite in my books.)
As much as I loved the author's vivid insight into a whirlwind environment I could only remotely fathom, some voice in the back of my head rolled my eyes whenever *she* rolled her eyes. I get the frustrating moments when Miranda requested things she'd obviously never articulated, or when she expected Andy or Emily to read her mind (the actual duck with those phone connections), or when she'd execute some twisted power play over anyone "below" her. But it felt like every other page, I was reading about Andy griping about "menial" tasks, or taking 20 extra minutes for a smoke break, or forgetting to think about the other people in her life. I suppose that's the point of the book, to show how much Miranda could warp Andy's sense of self and priorities... but have some integrity, maybe? Or perhaps I'm as Emily as they come, and I think that anyone who isn't willing to experience a bit of pain via long workweeks or tough bosses needs to suck it up. Whether you're a corporate cog or a relentless artist, isn't it about putting yourself on the grind and coming out more capable?
Tldr, it was cute but the author was a bit whiny and I found it difficult to empathize (unless the devil was truly being a devil). I'll stick to the movie.
(Got stuck between a 2 and a 3, but I'll chuck a round-up the book's way because 1) she did end up making something of the experience, and 2) she got Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway to costar in what is now a timeless favorite in my books.)