the devil wears prada

i forced myself to finish this book yesterday. just because i don't leave things in the middle. what a habit, seriously. i was hoping i'd be surprised somehow along the way, that it will become interesting, witty or all these things they advertised it for. i was wrong.

i guess it's probably better to see it on a movie if you are so curious to see what it is about. i can only say that i thought nothing extraordinary of it, in fact it was quite boring, repetitive and not exciting at all to me. at least now i know.

and on that note, i probably disagree with the fans, who will disagree with me on saying that the most worthwhile thing i did yesterday was to watch woody allen's manhattan.

oh and well, i reverted to some better books waiting on my queue for a while. curently storming through 100 years of solitude.