Read: 14 July 2013
Why: Sequel to The Devil Wears Prada
Rating: 3 stars
Brief synopsis: Ten years after abandoning Miranda in Paris, Andy’s life has changed significantly. She’s running her own successful magazine and about to get married yet Miranda still haunts her dreams.
Will Andy ever be truly free from her ex-boss – aka, the Devil?
What I thought: The Devil might be back (very briefly) but the strong Andy that we all came to love in The Devil Wears Prada – you know, the one that left Miranda in Paris with a ‘fuck you’, unfortunately isn’t. Instead we’re left with this whiny version who allows everyone, including the wedding planner, to push her around.
And as for the Devil? Well she’s back, and seemingly unchanged, but not for long. She’s no longer what I would consider a main character, only making a few appearances throughout the story and I’d hardly call her actions revenge, more like a sensible business decision. It was all very disappointing.
The new character, Andy’s husband Max, is possibly the most contradictory character I’ve ever come across in a book. In the first half of the book he clearly worships Andy – he’s loving, caring and very protective of her. But as the story progresses, it’s almost like he’s had a personality transplant! His actions didn’t seem to be in-keeping with the Max I had become fond of in the first half of the book.
If I’m completely honest, I wish I could unread this book. I loved The Devil Wears Prada (and the film too) but this sequel was unnecessary and felt like a desperate attempt to cash in on its predecessor’s success rather than a purposeful continuation of Andy’s story. The only saving grace was the lovely ending.