Number of pages: 400
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Genre: romantic comedy, relationships
Rating: ages 18 and up
Notes: sequel to The Devil Wears Prada
Leaving Runway magazine was the best thing that happened to Andy Sachs. No more slaving away for the pretentious and demanding Miranda Priestly again. No more running near impossible errands (does the un-published manuscript for Harry Potter ring a bell?) And most importantly, no more hearing her voice and reading her name on caller ID again. Or is it? A decade later, Andy is on top of the world. After quitting the job “a million girls would die for,” she joins unlikely forces with her ex-nemesis Emily Charlton in publishing a wedding magazine, The Plunge. After being recognized as the stylish and must-have magazine for the fashionably young, Andy and Emily celebrate themselves as being the best dream team of their career. And even better, Andy is engaged to the richest, famous, and media mogul billionaire Max Harrison. Andy’s living the perfect life, but then karma bites her in the ass, and an unforeseen fate turns her life for the worst.
First of all, I admit that I absolutely loved Meryl Streep’s portrayal of Miranda Priestly. The film motivated me to read The Devil Wears Prada, and a well-deserved bestseller it was. But then I heard that Weisberger was coming up with a sequel. And I asked myself, “dare I?” Why not? After all, I loved The Devil Wears Prada so I decided to give Revenge Wears Prada, a worthy try. Until…
After the first 5 chapters, I started hating the book for 2 reasons: the characters were plain, terrible, and stupid (except Miranda has she remained the same), and the story was just awful. To sum it up: this book was a complete bore. So much so, that it was a challenge to even continue reading the book, which is why it took so long to finish because I kept putting it off to read a more interesting book. But when it comes to reading, there’s one rule I always follow: no matter how bad the story is, keep reading to see how it ends. And I did just that (regrettably).
This book was obviously an excuse to make another film sequel. You can tell that Weisberger had a lot of fun describing people’s fashion and style. Apart from that, I felt like I was reading a poorly written diary of Andy Sach’s humdrum life as she goes through a personal life crisis with her marriage and career. The entire story I hear Andy nagging and second doubting her marriage, while complaining how her career life isn’t going her way because of her whiny partner, Emily and former boss, Miranda Priestly. Worse enough, Weisberger sees to it that every chapter ends with a neatly tied ribbon to create some happy ending effect. If Weisberger were to take out the meaningless dribble, the story could have easily been written in 10 chapters or less. But instead she wrote it in 24 chapters, and the story was obviously predictable from start to end so there was nothing unexpected.
I could go on and on about how much I hated reading this book, or how it was a poor excuse for a another film adaption, but instead, I’ll sum up by saying that this was the worst chick-lit I’ve read so far. And I’m glad that I burrowed this book from the library, or else I would have asked for my money back if I had bought it.
NOTE: As this book was a complete disappointment, I’ve decided not to rate it, as it doesn’t deserve any hoots at all. Although I strongly recommend anyone whose still interested to borrow the book at your local library to avoid spending $30 on a hardcover that you may likely ask for a refund after. Or feel free to reread The Devil Wears Prada so you don’t end up hating the author as much.
On a last note, I think we can all agree that The Plunge is a terrible name for a wedding magazine.