Revenge Wears Prada isn't a young adult book, but I just couldn't resist writing a post dedicated to it. Why? Because it is utterly stupid.
You've probably heard about The Devil Wears Prada. You've probably even seen the movie with Anne Hathaway and Meryl Streep. Hoping to milk the cash cow that brought her success, Lauren Weisberger decided to write a sequel to The Devil Wears Prada...ten years later.
I didn't want to read this book. I had other things I was reading. And it was $12 -- yes, I'm that cheap. But my friend insisted we read the thing together. People never want to read things with me, so I caved.
My friend has since apologized for making me read it.
So why, you're probably asking, was this book so utterly stupid? Because it has nothing to do with the Devil, the Devil's revenge, or any revenge. It should have been called Where are They Now: Andy Sachs.
I guess I bought the path Andy's life had taken. So she never got to work for the New Yorker; neither do millions of other hopeful writers. Instead she made her living writing for blogs. Sure, that sounds believable. Whatever. I even bought the fact that she became best friends with her old Runway coworker, Emily, fell in love with a super rich publisher, and started her own wedding magazine. The problem I had with this story was how spineless Andy was. And how it had very little to do with Miranda. Seriously, if Weisberger wants to make some money, she should write a book about Miranda. Not Andy.
The book opens up with Andy about to get hitched. She finds a letter in her fiance's bag, and then proceeds to have anxiety about it for pretty much the entire book. Because of this letter, she can't trust her husband, but she marries him anyway. Seriously, what the hell? Either get over it, or leave the guy. I just couldn't sympathize her. I couldn't sympathize with her lack of trust for her millionaire husband who bends over backwards for her. Boo freaking hoo.
The main drama in this book surrounds Andy and Emily's wedding magazine, Andy's publisher husband (Max), and Miranda (or, more appropriately, Elias-Clark -- the Conde Nast of the Devil world). When the "betrayal" was revealed, I was angry. And not because I was so outraged by all the pieces of crap in Andy's life. I was angry that Weisberger thought I was dumb enough to believe that the people in Andy's life were suddenly that stupid and conniving.
By the end of the book, Andy just ends up where she left off at the end of the last book. Except she has a kid. Super. This book = big fat FAIL
In case you forgot what the hell The Devil Wears Prada is even about...