Pushing through the doubt that I will actually finish 50 books in a year, feeling ever so hopeful, I bring you my two cents on:
The Devil Wears Prada - Lauren Weisberger
Oh, my. So funny. The author and I don't have the same sense of humor, but I'm a big fan of absurdity, and there is so much absurdity in this novel that I made it through anyway. This book not only amused me greatly but served as therapy for the last few weeks. Whenever I felt that I had had just about all I could take at work, I would read a few pages of the hellish torture that was Andrea Sachs' job, and, through the laughter, I could console myself with "at least it's not that bad."
I usually identified with the main character; I think that anyone who has to put up with people who have ridiculous expectations or treat you like you exist to serve them would identify with her. However, when she complained about her brother-in-law's "wretched Southern accent" (he was from Houston), I did have a sweetie-Houston-is-not-merely-"intheSouth"-it's-in-Texas moment. And, yes, I did say that out loud. In the office. Texas pride rears its ugly head at the oddest of times.
It's not classic literature, but an enjoyable read, as long as you don't get too stressed out by all the crap she has to take. I suppose that it could get repetitive, but, like I said, it was therapy for me, so I took all that I could get.
The Devil Wears Prada - Lauren Weisberger
Oh, my. So funny. The author and I don't have the same sense of humor, but I'm a big fan of absurdity, and there is so much absurdity in this novel that I made it through anyway. This book not only amused me greatly but served as therapy for the last few weeks. Whenever I felt that I had had just about all I could take at work, I would read a few pages of the hellish torture that was Andrea Sachs' job, and, through the laughter, I could console myself with "at least it's not that bad."
I usually identified with the main character; I think that anyone who has to put up with people who have ridiculous expectations or treat you like you exist to serve them would identify with her. However, when she complained about her brother-in-law's "wretched Southern accent" (he was from Houston), I did have a sweetie-Houston-is-not-merely-"intheSouth"-it's-in-Texas moment. And, yes, I did say that out loud. In the office. Texas pride rears its ugly head at the oddest of times.
It's not classic literature, but an enjoyable read, as long as you don't get too stressed out by all the crap she has to take. I suppose that it could get repetitive, but, like I said, it was therapy for me, so I took all that I could get.
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Date: 2005-03-29 04:01 pm (UTC)