When Andrea first sets foot in the plush Manhattan offices of Runway she knows nothing. She’s never heard of the world’s most fashionable magazine, or its feared and fawned-over editor, Miranda Priestly.

          A year later, she knows way too much.

          She knows it’s a sacking offence to wear less than a three-inch heel to work and that eight stone is fat. That you can charge anything – cars, manicures, clothes – to the Runway account, but you must never let Miranda’s coffee get cold. That at 3 am, when your boyfriend’s dumping you and your best friend’s just been arrested, if Miranda phones with her latest demand, you jump.

          Most of all, Andrea knows that Miranda is a monster who makes Cruella de Vil look like a fluffy bunny. But this is her big break, and it’s all going to be worth it at the end. Isn’t it?