The Devil Wears Prada

This is being made into a movie, and I can see why: I think it was written exactly for this purpose! There are all the requisite plot developments and obsession with trendiness to make this an instant teen hit (though how they'll get around the language used in the book remains to be seen), but I hope it doesn't make a smash. Here's why:

Unfortunately, the book contains too much designer-name-dropping and far too little character development. The author spends pages and pages detailing the Prada (obviously), Gucci, Chanel, Fendi, Versace, Dolce & Gabbana (ad infinitum) products that pass through the Runway office. She wimps out on the most important learning moments for her character, though, by skipping over key conversations -- merely telling us that they happened instead of writing actual dialogue!

The worst thing, though, is that the bully boss the book revolves around is nothing more than a caricature of every demanding, self-centered, harried, New York high-flying executive. She never gets a genuine moment of human emotion, nor does she ever figure out that she's a raging maniac. We leave her at the end of the book the same ruthless, hideous witch she was when we started, and that's a real shame.

Though it's a light read, funny at times, and definitely interesting to the fashionista crowd (and even though Sarah recommended it -- sorry), I have to say it was a waste of time.