While Anna Wintour is a very interesting subject (I first became fascinated with her after seeing the documentary "The September Issue"), I thought that this biography was deeply lacking Anna's own voice. The author explains in the introduction that Anna refused to let him interview her or to be part of the biography in any way, which left his "hundreds of hours of interviews" to be from those who did not get Anna's sanctioned approval, i.e., those who had limited interaction with Anna, or had a negative experience with Anna, or who knew Anna a long time ago, long before she became editor in chief of Vogue. The result is a lot of speculation and surmising, as well as armchair psychology, which, instead of revealing the Anna Wintour beyond the ice queen myth, rather enhances the myth with tales of fear, hurt feelings, and bitter confusion. Threaded throughout the biography is the author's own horrible cliches, trying to create a patchwork biography that reads like a Sex and the City episode. There are many references to the show, so-and-so is like a Carrie, so-and-so was her Mr. Big, even the typeface of the chapters mimics the episode title cards. I thought it cheapened the biography as a whole, as if the only women in New York City MUST be like Sex and the City, and the writing left much to be desired. In fact, if Anna Wintour wasn't such an enigma in her own right, the book would be hopelessly unreadable.