The Devil Wears Prada
Lauren Weisberger, 2003
A literature graduate takes a job at a fashion magazine and finds her real duties are coffee, impossible errands, and surviving a boss who never raises her voice.
Lauren Weisberger
Weisberger worked as an assistant to Anna Wintour at Vogue before writing this novel; she has always called it fiction, and readers have rarely believed her.
Feels like humor, power and ambition.
What four years of literature actually qualify you to do.
With Madelaine curled up on the passenger seat, I lit another cigarette and rubbed my freezing bare feet so my toes could resume gripping the clutch and brake pedal. Clutch, gas, shift, release clutch, I chanted, trying to ignore the dog’s pitiful howls every time I accelerated. She alternated between crying, whining, and snorting. By the time we reached Miranda’s building, the pup was nearly hysterical. I tried to soothe her, but she could sense my insincerity—and besides, I had no free hands with which to offer a reassuring pat or nuzzle. So this was what four years of diagramming and deconstructing books, plays, short stories, and poems were for: a chance to comfort a small, white, batlike bulldog while trying not to demolish someone else’s really, really expensive car. Sweet life. Just as I had always dreamed. Books by Lauren Weisberger
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