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Elles sortent les griffes !
Cela fait dix ans qu'Andrea Sachs a démissionné du magazine Runway, dix ans qu'elle a plaqué Miranda Priestly et ce job d'assistante pour lequel " des milliers de filles se damneraient ". La papesse de la mode et ses exigences infernales ont eu raison de sa détermination.
Depuis, Andy et Emily, son ex-collègue et ancienne ennemie jurée, sont devenues inséparables et ont joint leurs forces pour fonder un magazine de mariage haut de gamme, The Plunge, devenu la référence incontournable pour un public jeune et trendy. Eh oui, la roue tourne ! Andy a tout juste 30 ans, elle a du succès et elle est sur le point de se marier. Ses années de calvaire lui paraissent loin désormais, bien qu'elle fasse toujours attention de se tenir à distance de Miranda. Seulement, cette dernière sait reconnaître une opportunité quand elle en voit une et The Plunge lui fait envie. Autant dire qu'elle ne va pas manquer de se rappeler à leur bon souvenir...
La voilà de retour, plus diabolique que jamais !
457 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 4, 2013

“Andy, you’re overreacting—”NO SHIT YOU'RE OVERREACTING.
She looked around their apartment, a south-facing, three-thousand-square-foot split two-bedroom with home office on the fourteenth floor, with a terrace off the master and a newly renovated kitchen that opened up into a sprawling living and dining room space.To be honest, I don't have a whole lot of sympathy for the newly poor-little-rich-girl that Andy has become. She is utterly vile and juvenile.
“You know how to stand up for yourself against bullies, Andy. And when push comes to shove, that’s all Miranda really is. Your standard-fare, run-of-the-mill schoolyard bully.”I loved Max, he is a sweetheart. He is the ideal gentleman, and I am on Team Max until the very end. What I hate is this book's abrupt attempt to villify Max when all along, he has been built up to be an incredible husband and father.
Max had long ago announced he was certain they would only ever have girl babies. He claimed he couldn’t wait to teach their daughters all about tennis and football and golf, to dress them in miniature uniforms and coach their T-ball team. He predicted blond babies, despite the fact that neither of them was blond, and that they’d love their daddy more than any man in the whole world.Seriously, there is no way that I could ever hate a man like this unless he becomes a serial rapist/killer, and I'm a hater, not a lover.