Like a number of other readers I found this one frustrating and disappointing… Based on the blurb I expected something more than the usual lightweight fashion fare. Based on the blurb, I was expecting more substance, more mystery, more clever banter. What I got instead felt more derivative, more unlikable, and more trite. Heathers is one of my all-time favorite movies for its brilliant satire and snarky one-liners and The Devil Wears Prada offered an insider’s look that was full of unbelievable yet still credible viciousness and behind-the-scenes insanity. The description suggested this was a blend of the two, but I didn’t find any of the murderous dark humor or vicious frivolous brutality of either here. Instead it felt like a hastily assembled attempt to capitalize on the zeitgeist. I just couldn’t get past Anya’s personality (which I found extremely unsympathetic) or the drama queen lingo and attitude (which felt overplayed and cliched).
This just was not the book for me… Thanks to NetGalley for my review copy.
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