So, The Devil Wears Prada: The Movie is coming out soon with endearing princess diarest Anne Hathaway as its star and the excellently chosen Ms. Streep as said Devil.
Problem: the commercials alone imply that the central character will be entirely too human a figure - a far cry from the meant-to-be-sympathetic star of the book, a woman who alternated between dishrag, doormat, and just plain awful. It could be a fun, light, Legally Blonde-esque tale of chick power in the publishing world - and I hope it is.
Though, just to be clear, that would be a fate far better than that lousy excuse for a book deserved.
And speaking of book reviews: stay tuned for my take on "The Shangri-La Diet," one of the more amusing volumes of pseudo-science to make its way into the diet-book market.
Of course, one fantasy I have about my upcoming Next Phase of life is that, without homework, I can finally begin to work my way through the ever-growing stack of good books gathering dust on my nightstand. Soon, my pretties. Soon.
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I'm eagerly awaiting your take on The Shangri-La Diet.
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