LOL. OMG. Techbitch. Where to even start.
This one's for my sisters who loved The Devil Wears Prada and also find the Kardashians relevant. Deliciously trashy, it follows the usurpation of Glossy editor, Imogen Tate, by her narcissistic, tyrant-like ex-assistant.
Ugh, the assistant is just so damn awful and Imogen is a legend.
This book will suck you in like an episode of Dance Moms. You'll pretend to hate it but really, secretly, you're totally obsessed.
It's also a refreshing look at how the magazine industry has transformed with the internet. But mostly it's pure, delicious, satisfying trash.