a delightfully dishy novel about the alltime most impossible boss in the history of impossible bosses andrea sachs a smalltown girl fresh out of college lands the job a million girls would die for hired as the assistant to miranda priestly the highprofile fabulously successful editor of runway magazine andrea finds herself in an office that shouts prada armani versace at every turn a world populated by impossibly thin heartwrenchingly stylish women and beautiful men clad in fineribbed turtlenecks and tight leather pants that show off their lifelong dedication to the gym with breathtaking ease miranda can turn each and every one of these hip sophisticates into a scared whimpering child the devil wears prada gives a rich and hilarious new meaning to complaints about the boss from hell narrated in andreas smart refreshingly disarming voice it traces a deep dark devilish view of life at the top only hinted at in gossip columns and over cosmopolitans at the trendiest cocktail parties from sending the latest notyetinstores harry potter to mirandas children in paris by private jet to locating an unnamed antique store where miranda had at some point admired a vintage dresser to serving lattes to miranda at precisely the piping hot temperature she prefers andrea is sorely tested each and every dayand often late into the night with orders barked over the phone she puts up with it all by keeping her eyes on the prize a recommendation from miranda that will get andrea a top job at any magazine of her choosing as things escalate from the merely unacceptable to the downright outrageous however andrea begins to realize that the job a million girls would die for may just kill her and even if she survives she has to decide whether or not the job is worth the price of her soul