Revenge Wears Prada

I’ll admit, I side-eyed *Revenge Wears Prada* at first. Sequels to cultural phenomena often feel like cash grabs, but Weisberger surprised me by making Andy’s midlife crisis—professional *and* personal—genuinely compelling. The bridal-magazine setting is a stroke of genius, letting Weisberger skewer both the wedding industrial complex and Andy’s own hypocrisy (she *hated* fashion once, remember?). The Miranda scenes? Worth the price of admission. When she coldly dismantles Andy’s editorial choices in two sentences, it’s like hearing the theme from *Jaws*—you *know* the shark’s about to strike. Hilty’s performance elevates the material, especially in the book’s weaker moments (a subplot about Andy’s fiancé’s ex feels tacked-on). Her Andy sounds like a woman who’s been ground down but not broken—her laugh when Emily’s schemes backfire is pure, vindictive joy. My gripes? The pacing drags in the middle, and some dialogue veers into *Sex and the City* territory (“Can a woman *really* have it all?”). But the audiobook’s strength lies in its *sound*: Hilty’s delivery makes even the most eye-roll-inducing lines feel like dishy gossip shared over cosmos. If you’re here for Miranda’s villainy or Andy’s growth, you’ll leave satisfied. If you wanted *Devil*’s relentless momentum, though, temper your expectations—this is more *champagne bubble* than *champagne pop*.