The Devil Wears Prada
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Publisher Description
Welcome to Runway magazine – and the office of Miranda Priestly…
When Andrea first sets foot in the plush Manhattan offices of Runway she knows nothing. She's never heard of the world's most fashionable magazine, or its feared editor, Miranda Priestly.
A year later, Andy knows altogether too much:
That it's a sacking offence to wear anything lower than a three-inch heel to work.
That you can charge cars, manicures, anything at all to the Runway account, but you must never, ever, leave your desk, or let Miranda's coffee get cold.
And that at 3 am, when your boyfriend's dumping you and your best friend's just been arrested, if Miranda phones, you jump.
But most of all Andy knows this is her big break, and it's going to be worth it in the end.
Isn't it?
Reviews
PRAISE FOR THE DEVIL WEARS PRADA:
‘This little gem mixes Sex and the City charm with dry New York wit.’ REAL
‘Sassy, insightful and sooo Sex and The City, you'll be rushing to the bookshop for your copy like it's a half price Prada sale.’ COMPANY
‘The most fun we've had in ages.’ HEAT
‘Delicious…a great insight into the world of magazines and fashion.’ RED
About the author
Lauren Weisberger is the author of The Devil Wears Prada, which was a UK and US number one bestseller and spent more than a year on the New York Times hardcover and paperback bestseller lists. The film version starring Meryl Streep won a Golden Globe Award and grossed over $300 million worldwide. Her successive novels have also been Sunday Times and New York Times bestsellers.
Lauren lives in Connecticut with her family.
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Most recent college grads know they have to start at the bottom and work their way up. But not many picture themselves having to pick up their boss's dry cleaning, deliver them hot lattes, land them copies of the newest Harry Potter book before it hits stores and screen potential nannies for their children. Charmingly unfashionable Andrea Sachs, upon graduating from Brown, finds herself in this precarious position: she's an assistant to the most revered and hated woman in fashion, Runway editor-in-chief Miranda Priestly. The self-described "biggest fashion loser to ever hit the scene," Andy takes the job hoping to land at the New Yorker after a year. As the "lowest-paid-but-most-highly-perked assistant in the free world," she soon learns her Nine West loafers won't cut it everyone wears Jimmy Choos or Manolos and that the four years she spent memorizing poems and examining prose will not help her in her new role of "finding, fetching, or faxing" whatever the diabolical Miranda wants, immediately. Life is pretty grim for Andy, but Weisberger, whose stint as Anna Wintour's assistant at Vogue couldn't possibly have anything to do with the novel's inspiration, infuses the narrative with plenty of dead-on assessments of fashion's frivolity and realistic, funny portrayals of life as a peon. Andy's mishaps will undoubtedly elicit laughter from readers, and the story's even got a virtuous little moral at its heart. Weisberger has penned a comic novel that manages to rise to the upper echelons of the chick-lit genre.
