This book started out as snarky fun. I enjoyed imagining I was reading an insider's scoop. The boss, Miranda Priestly, was over-the-top hell-on-heels. After a while, though, she was one-dimensional, as was the narrator and main character, Andrea Sachs. I think the author did herself a disservice by writing in first-person - it might have given her a little distance to write in third person and at least pretend these characters were made up. As it was, it seemed like reading a journal where someone had done a search-and-replace, changing real names into fictional ones. In the end, I actually felt some sympathy for Miranda when she said she had noted Andrea's frequent eye-rolling and sighs.