Book Review: Revenge Wears Prada
I still recall the opening chapter of The Devil Wears Prada, where Andy the poor assistant to the fashion editor also sociopath Miranda Priestly was trying to drive Miranda’s Porsche while trying to smoke and figure out how to drive manual gear, ruining her suede Gucci pants. The Devil Wears Prada was an international bestseller and a novel that I really enjoyed reading and I even loved the movie. So, to know that there is a sequel with the name “Revenge Wears Prada” and to actually be lucky enough to have a friend bring it to me from Dubai -haven’t seen it in Kuwait yet-, I was over the moon.
Sadly, not all sequels are created equal. From the very first pages I had a sunken feeling in my heart but I shrugged it off, hoping it would get better. Andy is about to get married, and she finds a note from her mother in law to her son urging him not to marry Andy. Then there is a lot of focus on the note and what it meant and what’s not, a fleeting sighting of Miranda by chance, then suddenly the note issue is resolved without much explanation.
The story was fast paced, too fast paced, and then progresses into babies and nappies and all the hoopla that come with babies. Then at last by the middle of the novel Andy goes to meet Miranda face to face, then there is another encounter, then there is barely anything except a deep betrayal. The book is supposedly about Miranda Priestly’s revenge from Andy but there were no real defined revenge, or a final confrontation between Miranda & Andy considering how Andy quit her job, or barely even a Miranda.
If you are picking up this book thinking there will more glamours fashion, hilarious situations, and unbelievable Miranda moments that would make you want to reach inside the book and strangle her, then you’d be quite disappointed. If you want to keep up with Andy’s life ten years after quitting Miranda’s job and see the brief encounter of her path with Miranda’s with a handful of Miranda sightings and meetings, then do pick it up. It’s not a bad book, but it’s not what you’d except and no way comparable to the Devil Wears Prada. Same characters yes, totally different read. It does pick up in both pace and interest by the middle of the novel, which makes me glad I decided to complete after all, but I wouldn’t necessarily want to pick it up again or wait for it to hit the movie theatre next to me.
