Book Review : Revenge Wears Prada

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Rating : 2.5/5

I’m clearly not having any sort of luck with books lately. First I buy a book that I had already read but didn’t recognize because it had been renamed (#stillmad) and now, I buy and read almost half a book before realizing that I had also read this book, albeit a long time ago. I had been duped this time by nothing other than my own stupidity. 

Everyone knows The Devil Wears Prada. Even if they don’t know the book, they most certainly know the movie.

*No shame, I’ve seen this movie at least a dozen times.

This book is the sequel to the blockbuster hit novel that Lauren Weisberger wrote. And I guess I read it the minute it came out, but the fact that I forgot about it is a testament in its self wouldn’t you say?

Even as I was reading it the second time around, I noticed a disconnect between this Andrea and the Andrea that we all knew and loved. It didn’t feel like a sequel, it felt like a completely different book of its own. And maybe that is where Ms Weisberger would have done better. In itself it’s a decent story, the plot is there, the characters are there; but I think everyone just came to it with too high expectations.

We were expecting to continue our love story with Devil Wears Prada and when we realized that we weren’t going to get that the love had gone (* cue David Guetta’s love is gone) I'm sure everyone else out there like me  started to unjustly hate the book.

Which is sad. And unfair. If we look at it by itself, as a standalone, with no connection to the super hit – its not all that bad.

So for the sake of Ms. Weisenberg, and the fact that I refuse to bash anything related to Devil Wears Prada – I will just forget that this book is a sequel.

Once you do that, you will realize that it's not an amazing example of fine literature, it won't win a Booker, and it definitely won't turn your mind on its head;  but it will do the job when you're bored on a beach somewhere and you need to pass the time and get lost in a world of high fashion and cut throat bitchiness.

 Just pretend amnesia for awhile.