This is one of the rare cases where the movie was 10x better than the book. The book is a thinly veiled jab at Anna Wintour by an author who briefly worked for Vogue. If the author is like the narrator, she is judgmental, snarky, shallow, petty, and extremely lacking in self awareness. The only other time I disliked a narrator so much was when they turned out to be the murderer.