It
has been since July 2013 that I have last read a novel (Bridget Jones’ Diary)
that qualifies as, one of my mooooooost favorite
genre EVER, *drum roll* chick lit! (yes, that was sarcasm) And so just for a palate cleanser, I set aside my dislike for chick lit and give this a wrongly- prejudiced quick and easy read... Though it wasn't a quick, and most definitely not an easy experience.
The Devil Wears Prada, from the title itself, is mainly about a fresh- from- college Andrea Sachs who stumbled upon the shallow (according to her POV) world of fashion and has to survive her evil boss Miranda Priestly (ironic surname, if you ask me). Along the way of her sucking up to her boss, Andrea “unknowingly” made herself a stranger not only to her friends but also to her family. Throughout the novel, the main dilemma is whether Andrea would continue pursuing her dreams or FINALLY take action on her slowly crumbling social life. Sigh.
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| my facial expression in cat form whilst reading most part of the book. |
For
some reasons, I have found TDWP painstakingly difficult to finish. Proof to this
claim is that I have managed to finish two novels (consecutively read alongside DWP) before I have managed to reach its last page.
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| accurate illustration of my reaction upon finishing TDWP |
Don’t
get me wrong, it’s not that the author failed in conveying her message, or
perhaps tried too hard in doing so. In fact, the novel was both humorous while
clearly stating its disapproval on the triviality of the so- called “Runway
lifestyle”. Now, what were these reasons
that made TDWP hard to read?
The
internal dialogue in this novel is TOO. DAMN. MANY. And not just many, but
also brimming with side- comments and “witty” analogy (i.e. seeing her boss’
dirty laundry would bring about two paragraphs worth of narration and whining).
Long story short, Andrea Sachs is just too freakin’ talkative (inside her head)
that I want to beg for her thoughts to stop. Just... Please.
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| too bad I wasn't much of a religious person. |
There were also instances wherein the events just felt repetitive, the dialogues redundant; there wasn't much character development (except for the protagonist. Though one would hardly call that "development") and towards the end you just feel as if you haven't "befriended" any of the characters yet. There's none of that "I'm-gonna-miss-you" feeling that I usually get after finishing a novel.
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| but I gotta admit the outfits on the movie was effin- A. |
Did
I enjoy it? On most parts. Plot- wise, it
was more than satisfying. But things just started to feel repetitive toward the end. Would I recommend this? To fashion- savvy people,
definitely. To chick lit/flick- loving people, maybe. But to people looking for that intense and complicated slice- of- life readings, there are a LOT of better choices out there.
