I don’t often read a book after I’ve seen the movie. In deciding to read The Devil Wears Prada by Lauren Weisburger, I was influenced by Rhiannon’s positive comments about the book, and the fact that I felt the need for a little more chick-lit after the delightful Secret Confessions of a Shopaholic I’d read the week before.
I will say that I enjoyed the movie adaptation of The Devil Wears Prada, and was already aware that it was slightly different to the original tale as told in the novel. The book is well written, and more ‘literate’ than most chick-lit I’ve read (which isn’t much). It’s also very intense. You are drawn into Andrea’s journey through the abyss of fashion publishing with a tenacity that doesn’t let up. My busy schedule allows me time to read roughly one novel per week and one non-fiction book every 2-3 weeks. The Devil Wears Prada was a book that made me tense and uptight enough to briefly consider buying some article of clothing with a designer label from E-bay (I quickly slapped myself and bought trekking poles instead).
I was glad to finish the book to have Miranda Priestly’s brutish grip on my life relinquished. For me, it was an exposé into a world so totally alien, I might as well have been observing extraterrestrial life forms. It left me wondering whether people like Miranda Priestly exist?