Devil Wears Prada

A sharp, witty and hugely entertaining debut novel, The Devil Wears Prada is The Nanny Diaries set in the world of high fashion. Welcome to the dollhouse, baby! When Andrea first sets foot in the plush Manhattan offices of Runway she knows nothing. Shes never heard of the worlds most fashionable magazine, or its feared and fawned-over editor, Miranda Priestly.

But shes going to be Mirandas assistant, a job millions of girls would die for. A year later, she knows altogether too much: That its a sacking offence to wear anything lower than a three-inch heel to work. But that theres always a fresh pair of Manolos for you in the accessories cupboard.

That Miranda believes Hermes scarves are disposable, and you must keep a life-time supply on hand at all times. That eight stone is fat. That you can charge cars, manicures, anything at all to the Runway account, but you must never, ever, leave your desk, or let Mirandas coffee get cold.

And that at 3 a.m. on a Sunday, when your boyfriends dumping you because youre always at work, and your best friends just been arrested, if Miranda phones, you jump. Most of all, Andrea knows that Miranda is a monster who makes Cruella de Vil look like a fluffy bunny.

But also that this is her big break, and its going to be worth it in the end. Isnt it?