“Disappointing” - That is probably the best word to describe how I feel when I arrived at the final page of this book (Other than “Hurray” I should say as I finally done with this and can focus on the others :P). I actually watched the movie first and thought that the book should be even better, but my god, I was definitely wrong this time. The characters are all incredibly one-dimensional and Andrea appears to be too whiny until it is hard for me to feel sorry for her despite the things that she had to go through. The whole plots have become incredibly repetitive by the middle of the book - so when it comes to the part where Andrea needs to make her final, hard decision, I didn’t really care about it anymore.To sum this up, "The Devil Wears Prada" is definitely the worst chick-lit I’ve ever come across. I won’t recommend this book to anyone unless you really don’t have any other thing to pick up.