Personal slaves and 6 shades of mascara | The Devil Wears Prada

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	• The Devil Wears Prada Lauren Weisberger Anchor, 2006 - 448 pages average customer review:based on 1026 reviews view larger image
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A must have.

If you loved the movie, you'll love this book. It takes different turns and keeps you interested. I loved loved loved this book!

Personal slaves and 6 shades of mascara

"Devil Wears Prada" is quite an enjoyable book, if you have all time in the world in your hand. Very realistic and hilarious. Very good for learning about fashion and the glamour world.

Now about the subject matter, well, if this person Miranda Priestly actually exists in real life (in a different name of course), as claimed, I wonder what she thinks about looking at her own true self in public mirror. She is unfair, unkind, mean, vile, domineering and tyrannical. She never even pours herself a glass of water, and her slaves wait her on hands and knees. In 432 pages of the book, Miranda Priestly violated at least 400 basic human rights. However, the big question is, where her fame plus existence would be, if hundreds of Runway employees didn't support. So why none of them ever bothered reporting her to the Human Rights Commission. Why did they let her have her way like this and let it go on for so long? Is this the idea of capitalism? And particularly, why somebody who wants to write as a profession would take a job as a personal slave? What kind of a boss forbids her assistants to eat or use the toilet and get away with it? Even in USA?

Throughout the book, these personal slaves arranged her trips, fetched her food, served her demands, took her car to garage, picked up her dirty laundry, ordered for her desired goodies, her designer dress and makeup and accessories; but wait a minute, I'm confused, Miranda Priestly is an editor, right? She is not a fashion model herself. A fashion magazine is supposed to work on the fashion models, right? She is an icon in the fashion world, but does not pose herself on magazine covers, right? They are supposed to care for what models wear and use, right? So why does everybody work their butt off to cover this editor in diamonds?

And what's with this materialistic concept of life-style? Since when painting face in 20 layers of make-up or 6 different shades of mascara or having more supplies+instructions than a NASA scientist needs or brand names written all over the body is a huge achievement in life or maybe the ultimate goal of life for these privileged people? These makeup Gestapos and fashion Nazis. Hmmm, think of the remote regions in the third world where obtaining little bit of food or medicine only once a week is a regular way of life.

To be honest, no matter what the author's intention was, I COULDN'T really bring myself to feel empathy for Andrea. She gets her personal chauffer and limo ride anywhere she goes, she doesn't even need to use public transportations. If one thinks her life is arduous, try to live and work in Bangladesh or Pakistan or India, you will see what an "arduous everyday life" means.

Every time she is out on the street running an important errand for Miranda (especially she knows very well how Miranda gets impatient and pissed), still she (Andrea) is either taking time smoking cigarettes or talking on the phone with her boyfriend or girlfriend! Are those absolutely "life-and-death" necessity during working hours? Not to mention her home-front, her family and boyfriend and girlfriend, who tried to jeopardize her career and kill her ambitions and bring her down to their trailer-trash level in every opportunity they got.

In my opinion the author babbled way too much constantly and unnecessarily. Here is an example, Miranda asked Andrea to come to the party at 4pm on page 305. Party starts at 7pm the same evening. Page 320, 321, 322...... we are still not at the party! Party finally starts on page 325! Imagine! 3 hours, 20 pages! Furthermore, she wasted plenty of pages on this Lily the whorish alcoholic troublemaker fiasco, as if it is Lily's biography! That was an annoying distraction from the main focus of the story line. She is a screw-up and drowned in booze and no match for Andrea's level, so why going on and on about Lily and fattening the book? Especially, the book should have ended at page 412. Chapters 18 and 19 (page 413-432) were completely useless, pointless and ridiculous. Those pages seemed like somebody else added them later, or the author doesn't know where to stop.

Ultimately what came out of this whole thing? Has Andy learned something out of it? This entire ordeal ended up in nothing. She eventually went back to her trailer-trash life, to become a fat Jewish mom in dirty clothes and having a half-blind wet-blanket husband and a bunch of screaming snotty babies. Maybe that's good enough for her.

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Great Read

I just loved this book! I thought that the writing was brilliant. Towards the end though it did get repetitive about just how bad her boss was. I wanted to say, "Okay, I get it already!" It was a bit much. But all in all, I really enjoyed it and would highly recommend it.

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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