High fashion, low cunning-and the boss from hell.

‘Sassy, insightful and sooo Sex and the City,you'll be rushing to the bookshop for your copylike it's a half-price Prada sale.' COMPANY

When Andrea first sets foot in the plush Manhattanoffices of Runway she knows nothing. She's never heard ofthe world's most fashionable magazine, or its feared andfawned-over editor, Miranda Priestly.

Soon she knows way too much

She knows it's a sacking offence to wear less than athree-inch heel to work - but there's always a fresh pairof Manolos in the accessories cupboard.

She knows that eight stone is fat. That you can chargeanything - cars, manicures, clothes - to the Runway account,but you must never leave your desk, or let Miranda's coffeeget cold. That at 3 am, when your boyfriend's dumping youbecause you're always working and your best friend's justbeen arrested, if Miranda phones with her latest unreasonabledemand, you jump.

Most of all, Andrea knows that Miranda is a monster bosswho makes Cruella deVil look like a fluffy bunny. But this isher big break, and it's all going to be worth it in the end.Isn't it？