For some reason, never got around to reading The Devil Wears Prada. So now that the movie trailers are all over the TV, I’ve become increasingly intrigued. I mean, aside from the obvious guilty pleasure, who wouldn’t want to write a successful book and have Meryl Streep playing the lead in the movie?

Wound up buying a copy at a train station today. Hunkered down in the train seat and when I looked up I couldn’t believe I was almost at my stop. The book is a hoot. Makes me think of the countless assistants scurrying all over New York City performing mundane and monumental tasks for egomaniacs.

It’s 128 pages down, about 300 to go. Can’t wait to dig in.