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An Amazon Best Book of June 2018: In her latest novel, When Life Gives You Lululemons, Lauren Weisberger drops Emily Charlton, Miranda Priestly’s uber catty assistant from The Devil Wears Prada, into the suburbs of Connecticut, and the result is hilarious. Emily, now in her 30s, is living in Los Angeles with a husband and a career as an image consultant—a career that is suddenly floundering—when she gets a desperate summons to Greenwich, Connecticut, from her old friend Miriam. Miriam’s pal Karolina is all over the media with a bogus drunk driving change, and this senator’s wife and former Victoria’s Secret model needs an image makeover, fast. The narrative is split between the three women as they uncover a major betrayal and in doing so form an enviable bond. The doings of the Greenwich housewives who are now shunning Karolina is uproariously funny, and even jaded Emily is shocked by the scandalous behavior going on behind oversized doors. It feels like Weisberger wrote her novel yesterday, peppering the story with real-life celebrity misconduct. When Life Gives You Lululemons is a laugh-out-loud funny look at rich people behaving badly and the steel bonds of true female friendship. —Seira Wilson, Amazon Book Review
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PRAISE FOR WHEN LIFE GIVES YOU LULULEMONS BY LAUREN WEISBERGER
“When Life Gives You Lululemons is a delicious sequel to The Devil Wears Prada. [It] reads like 'The Real Housewives of Greenwich,' a reality show that doesn’t exist, but should… underneath the shiny surface, both Lululemons and Prada are exploring what it’s like to be a woman buffeted by conflicting messages about career, relationships and motherhood. I’m hoping that When Life Gives You Lululemons gets made into a movie so it can become my new favorite.”—LISA SCOTTOLINE, WASHINGTON POST
"The Devil Wears Prada’s Emily gets the spin-off she deserves."—COSMOPOLITAN
“If you ever wondered what happened to the Miranda Priestly's assistant from the Devil Wears Prada, you'll love this amazing novel about the character Emily Charlton. Weisberger once again weaves a fun tale of how things aren’t always as they seem, especially in the most dazzling neighborhoods. When Life Gives You Lululemons is the story of truth, lies and how everyone is a little bit insecure."—ASSOCIATED PRESS
"The new novels, departing from an era in which so-called chick lit so often reinforced gender stereotypes, prove more adept at framing individual women as whole and human than the previous books were...That these books are hugely entertaining cannot be assumed–but they are...add laughs to all the warm-and-fuzzy female solidarity and it makes for a pretty great time."—TIME MAGAZINE
"An uplifting comeback."—NEW YORK TIMES BOOK REVIEW
"The author of The Devil Wears Prada is back with another fantastic read, centered around a character fans will recognize: Emily Charlton, first assistant to Miranda Priestly, and now a highly successful image consultant. These days, work has taken her to the 'burbs in Greenwich, CT, where she lands in a heap of delicious drama."—BUSTLE
"Because we are blessed, Lauren Weisberger has graciously published a sequel (of sorts) to The Devil Wears Prada. Fast-paced, funny, and gossipy, When Life Gives You Lululemons is the must-have accessory for your beach bag."—POPSUGAR
“With rich people behaving scandalously on every page, this lemon is juicy and delicious…Having a kick-ass girl posse is not only great fun, but essential for survival in this town filled with moms obsessed with SoulCycle, trophy kids, and plastic surgery.”—KIRKUS REVIEWS (STARRED REVIEW)
“Weisberger's back with another outstanding Prada companion novel… With chapters alternating among the three women and pithy section titles, this will have readers laughing at the over-the-top (and one hopes, embellished) ways of life in the suburbs…The coveted book of summer, this is sure to be in high demand.”—LIBRARY JOURNAL
“As always, Weisberger’s timely social satire packs some bite along with the pop-culture froth…The return of characters from Weisberger’s most popular book will propel her latest to the top.”—BOOKLIST
"Fearless and hilarious, Lauren Weisberger's latest novel begs to be read poolside with a cocktail. Her best since The Devil Wears Prada.”—EMILY GIFFIN, New York Times bestselling author of Something Borrowed and All We Ever Wanted
“Female solidarity is at the heart of this delicious page-turner. Entertaining, sexy and laugh out loud funny, When Life Gives YouLululemons is sure to be the beach-read of 2018.”—GREER HENDRICKS & SARAH PEKKANEN, New York Times bestselling authors of The Wife Between Us
“Lauren Weisberger hilariously skewers affluent suburbia, and does so through the cool, calm eyes of The Devil Wears Prada’s Emily Charlton. What a delight to meet Miranda Priestley again and most importantly, have the treat of immersing ourselves in such a witty, well-observed world.”—JANE GREEN, New York Times bestselling author of The Sunshine Sisters and Summer Secrets
"Fast-paced, funny, and gossipy, When Life Gives You Lululemons is the must-have accessory for your beach bag."—POPSUGAR
"Lauren Weisberger is at her best in When Life Gives You Lululemons. The payoff is as much fun as the title. An addictive and escapist read in the best way, from the posh lives of Greenwich moms to the heartbreak, horror, and redemption their lives entail. The perfect balance of fun and real-life relatability for those of us who grew up on The Devil Wears Prada.”—JENNIFER KEISHIN ARMSTRONG, New York Times bestselling author of Seinfeldia and Sex and the City and Us
“Lauren Weisberger has the sharpest, wittiest eye and always knows her subjects inside out: I love her books.”—JENNY COLGAN, New York Times bestselling author of The Bookshop on the Corner and The Endless Beach
About the Author
Lauren Weisberger is the New York Times bestselling author of When Life Gives You Lululemons, The Singles Game, and The Devil Wears Prada, which was published in forty languages and made into a major motion picture starring Meryl Streep and Anne Hathaway. It was announced in 2017 that musician Elton John and Paul Rudnick will adapt TheDevil Wears Prada for the stage. Weisberger’s four other novels, Everyone Worth Knowing, Chasing Harry Winston, Last Night at Chateau Marmont, and Revenge Wears Prada, were all top-ten New York Times bestsellers. Her books have sold more than thirteen million copies worldwide. A graduate of Cornell University, she lives in Connecticut with her husband and two children. Visit LaurenWeisberger.com to learn more.
Emily racked her brain. There had to be something to complain about. This was New Year’s Eve in Los Angeles, one of the most annoying nights of the year in arguably the most annoying city known to humanity. So why couldn’t she think of a thing?
She sipped her skinny margarita from her chaise and watched her husband’s beautiful body cut through the water like a moving art installation. When Miles emerged, he propped himself on the back of the lit infinity pool, where the turquoise water appeared to spill over the side and straight down the mountain. Behind him, the lights from the valley twinkled for miles, making the city look alluring, even sexy. Night was the only time Los Angeles really shone. Gone were the smog and the junkies and the soul-crushing traffic, all replaced by an idyllic vista of night sky and silently twinkling lights—as if God Himself had descended into the Hollywood Hills and selected the most perfect Snapchat filter for His least favorite city on earth.
Miles smiled at her and she waved, but when he motioned for her to join him, she shook her head. It was unseasonably warm, and all around her, people were partying in that intensely determined way that happened only on New Year’s Eve after midnight: This will be the most fun we’ve ever had; we will do and say outrageous things; we are loving our lives and everyone around us. The massive hot tub was packed with a dozen revelers, all with drinks in hand, and another group sat around the perimeter, content to dangle their feet while they waited for a few inches of space to free up. On the deck above the pool a DJ blasted remixed hip-hop, and dancers everywhere—on the patio, in the pool, on the pool deck, streaming in and out of the house—all moved happily to his playlist. On the chair to Emily’s left, a young girl wearing only bikini bottoms straddled a guy and massaged his shoulders while her bare breasts dangled freely. She worked her way down his back and began a rather aggressive handling of his glutes. She was twenty-three, twenty-five at most, and while her body was far from perfect—slightly rounded belly and overly curvy thighs—her arms didn’t jiggle and her neck didn’t sag. No crepey anything. Just youth. None of the small indignities of Emily’s own body at thirty-six: light stretch marks on her hips; cleavage with just the smallest hint of sag; some errant dark hairs along her bikini line that just seemed to sprout now willy-nilly, indifferent to Emily’s indefatigable waxing schedule. It wasn’t a horror show, exactly—she still looked thin and tan, maybe even downright hot in her elegant Eres two-piece—but it was getting harder with every passing year.
An unfamiliar 917 number flashed on her phone.
“Emily? This is Helene. I’m not sure if you remember, but we met a couple years ago at the Met Ball.”
Emily looked skyward in concentration. Though the name was familiar, she was having a hard time placing it. Silence filled the air.
“I’m Rizzo’s manager.”
Rizzo. Interesting. He was the new Bieber: the hottest pop star whose fame had skyrocketed when, two years earlier at age sixteen, he’d become the youngest male to win a Grammy for Album of the Year. Helene had moved to Hollywood to join an agency—either ICM or Endeavor, Emily couldn’t remember—but she’d somehow missed the news that Helene now represented Rizzo.
“Of course. How are you?” Emily asked. She glanced at her watch. This was no ordinary call.
“I’m sorry I’m calling so late,” Helene said. “It’s already four a.m. here in New York, but you’re probably in L.A. I feel terrible interrupting . . .”
“No, it’s fine. I’m at Gigi Hadid’s childhood mansion and not nearly as drunk as I should be. What’s up?”
A shriek came from the pool. Two girls had jumped in together, holding hands, and were splashing Miles and a couple of his friends. Emily rolled her eyes.
“Well, I, uh . . .” Helene cleared her throat. “We’re off the record, right?”
“Of course.” This sounded promising.
“I’m not sure I understand the whole story myself, but Riz appeared on Seacrest’s Times Square show earlier tonight—everything was fine, it went off without a hitch. Afterward, I went to meet up with some old college friends, and Rizzo was headed to some party at 1 OAK. Sober, at least when he left me. Happy about his performance.”
“Okay . . .”
“And just this second I got texted a picture from a colleague who works in ICM’s New York office and happens to be at 1 OAK right now . . .”
“And?”
“And it’s not good.”
“What? Is he passed out? Covered in his own puke? Kissing a guy? Doing lines? Groping an underage girl?”
Helene sighed and began to speak, but she was drowned out by shrieking laughter. In the shallow end, a girl with hot pink hair and a thong bikini had found her way atop Miles’s shoulders for an improvised chicken fight.
“Sorry, can you repeat that? It’s a little chaotic here,” Emily said as she watched the tiny piece of suit fabric wedge even tighter between the girl’s naked ass cheeks, themselves spread straight across the back of Emily’s husband’s neck.
“He appears to be wearing a Nazi costume.”
“A what?”
“Like with a swastika armband and a coordinating headband. Storm trooper boots. The whole nine.”
“Oh, Jesus Christ,” Emily muttered without thinking.
“That bad?”
“Well, it’s not great. Prince Harry pulled that stunt forever ago—but we have to work with what we have. I’m not going to lie, I would’ve preferred drugs or boys.”
In the pool, the pink-haired girl on Miles’s shoulders reached behind her back, yanked the tie of her bikini top, and began swinging the top around her head like a lasso.
“First things first: who knows?” Emily asked.
“Nothing has shown up online yet, but of course, it’s only a matter of time.”
“Just so we’re clear: you’re calling to hire me, yes?” Emily asked.
“Yes. Definitely.”
“Okay, then right now I want you to text your colleague and have him get Rizzo into the men’s room and out of that getup. I don’t care if he’s wearing a gold lamé banana hammock, it’s better than the Nazi thing.”
“I already did that. He gave Riz his button-down and shoes, confiscated the armband, and let him keep the trousers, which apparently are bright red. It’s not perfect, but it’s the best we can do, especially since I can’t reach Rizzo directly. But someone will post something any second, I’m sure.”
“Agreed, so listen up. Here’s the plan. You’re going to jump in a cab and head over to 1 OAK and forcibly remove him. Bring a girl or two, it’ll look better, and then get him back to his apartment and don’t let him leave. Sit in front of the damn door if you have to. Do you have his passwords? Actually, forget it—just take his phone. Drop it in the toilet. We need to buy ourselves time without some idiotic drunken tweet from him.”
“Okay. Will do.”
“The first flight out of here is six a.m. I’m going home to pack, and then I’ll head to the airport. The story will definitely break while I’m in the air, if not before. Do not—I repeat, do not—make a statement. Do not let him talk to anyone, not even the delivery guy who brings up the food. Information lockdown, you understand? No matter how bad the photos are, or how horrified the reaction—and trust me, it’s going to be bad—I want no response until I get there, okay?”
“Thank you, Emily. I’m going to owe you for this one.”
“Go now!” Emily said, managing not to utter what she was actually thinking—namely, that the charge for her time and the holiday and the travel was going to take Helene’s breath away.
She took the last sip of her margarita, set the drink on the glass table next to her, and stood up, trying to ignore the couple beside her who may or may not have been having actual intercourse.
“Miles? Honey?” Emily called as politely as she could manage.
No response.
“Miles, love? Can you please move her thighs away from your ears for thirty seconds? I have to leave.”
She was pleased to see her husband unceremoniously lower the girl into the water and swim over to the side. “You’re not mad, are you? She’s just some dumb kid.”
Emily knelt. “Of course I’m not mad. If you’re going to cheat, you better pick someone a hell of a lot hotter than that.” She nodded toward the girl, who looked not at all pleased with her wet hair. “I got a call from New York. It’s an emergency with Rizzo. I’m running home to get a bag and hopefully get to LAX for the six a.m. I’ll call you when I land, okay?”
This was hardly the first time Emily had been called away in the middle of something—her surgeon girlfriend claimed Emily had worse call hours than she did—but Miles looked positively stupefied.
“It’s New Year’s Eve. Isn’t there anyone in New York who can handle this?” His unhappiness was obvious, and Emily felt a pang, but she tried to keep it light.
“Sorry, love. Can’t say no to this one. Stay, have fun. Not too much fun . . .” She added the last part to make him feel better—she wasn’t one iota concerned about Miles doing anything stupid. She bent down and pecked his wet lips. “Call you later,” she said, and wove through the throngs to the circular driveway, where one of the cute valets motioned for a Town Car to pull around. He held the door for her, and she flashed him a smile and a ten-dollar bill.
“Two stops, please,” she said to the driver. “First one is on Santa Monica Boulevard, where you’ll wait for me. Then to the airport. And fast.”
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Lauren Weisberger never disappoints and she doesn’t with “When Life Gives You Lulumons...” either. It’s the perfect beach day read, or a night in. I read it in one sitting and laughed out loud. The return of Emily after a few years of marriage and a lot of growing up is delightful. And the bits where Miranda Priestly returns are actually a riot. Add 2 best friends, one very monstrous husband and mix them with the Über wealthy Connecticut mommy competitiveness and you've got a jewel of a book. My only negative...I read it so quickly and now I have to wait till the next book from Lauren.
I liked “The Devil Wore Prada” because it was an out-of-the ordinary plot. This book, however, quickly evolved into the lost love/strong survivor clique that characterizes so much of so-called women’s literature. Couple that with one character’s perfect husband and another’s almost perfect husband and there’s not a lot of tension to move things forward. Not the worst of this genre but still pretty contrived.
First of all, let me say that I love “chick lit”. I really honestly like this kind of books and read many, some are better than others. This book is well written and entertaining, but I found it really problematic and dated. I can’t believe that in the year 2018 we have to read how these “sexy/ attractive/ beautiful” women have to “starve” to be in shape. I find it really dangerous. Not only that, Emily (who is the main character and maybe our heroine?) not only recommends starvation but also diet coke (which she even gives to a 5 year old saying that it is “good for you”), pills and cigarettes. Sigh. I understand that she is sarcastic, but there should be some character or commentary about these being really unhealthy habits. And the other issue that I wish had been dealt with less “naturalization” was that of vagina plastic surgeries: to each their own, but there are many health professionals that claim that they are dangerous, and they perpetuate an image of women that is ridiculous: wanting to look and feel like a “teenager down there” sounds like something a really insipid woman would say. I really found the book and the characters funny, and I understand that this is fiction, but they seemed a lot older than they are. I am 39 and I think that I am much more modern than these ladies. They remind me of my mother, who is on her sixties. Do not buy if you are expecting a Devil Wears Prada sequel. This is not it. If they hadn’t mentioned Runway a couple of times (and Miranda), it wouldn’t have made a difference. This book stands alone. My conclusion is: If you are a well-adjusted adult who knows who she is, please, by all means read this book! But keep it away from insecure women, from teenagers and from people with image or health issues. Fixating on 15 pounds overweight is so silly and “90s” that I just wish that there had been one character calling them all out on all this: being skinny and rich and married is not a worthy goal. Have fun!
This will sound harsh. There are so many good books waiting to be read. I am so sorry I wasted time and money on this one. Cliche, trite, boring and insulting to women everywhere..
I read this because the book club I am in wanted to read something "fluffy". (Personally, I like "heavy" things.) Yep, our book club got just what the suggestor wanted. A light and airy, fluffy, meaningless, let's go get our nails done, to hell with reading good stuff book.
I'm kicking myself for ordering this book. Just pain dumb, no more, no less. The formula story line became predictable, very quickly. I thought it would be a guilty pleasure, it was actually a guilty waste of $12.99. No big deal, live, learn and rock on.
This chick-lit, contemporary fiction was so fun to read, I had to give it <b>4 Stars</b>!
<b>SUMMARY</b> A decade after <i>The Devil Wears Prada</i>, Emily is a celebrity publicist, living in LA, happily married and still fabulous! Her BFF, Marion has recently relocated to Greenwich, CT and left her career to be a full time stay at home mom to her three children. Although their lives are on very different paths, they have stayed close.
One day, on a work related visit to NYC, Emily stops in to visit Marion. Since Emily's husband is on an extended business trip out of the country, Emily decides to spend the night with Marion, which actually ends up becoming weeks versus a night.
In the meantime, a scandal breaks. A former Victoria's Secret Model \ current senator's wife is arrested for a DUI with, not only her son in the car, but several of his friends. It turns into a huge reputation ruining media storm.
2.0 out of 5 starsFun story but way too weight obsessed
Reviewed in Canada on July 9, 2018
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Read this in one day on my vacation. It’s a fun story where heroines in different stages of life take on a major injustice with humour and savvy. However, the near-constant body shaming and obsession with weight became very tired. It made the main character seem flat—as if the author couldn’t come up with any other defining personality traits. I honestly wouldn’t recommend this book to any women who is struggling with her appearance and has had any sort of eating disorder.
From the author of “The Devil Wears Prada” this is a fun chick-lit, contemporary fiction of three thirty-something women supporting each other and finding new ways to deal with kids, men and careers, all while facing down the big 4-0. “When Life Gives You Lululemons” got my summer reading groove on and I spent most of it chuckling or madly swiping.
Karolina, a former model, married to a senator, soon to announce his run for President is arrested for drunk driving, while with her son and his friends however she isn’t drunk. Her world is turned upside down. Shunned by her friends, torn from the child she loves, and the husband whom she thought loved her.
Emily the former sassy assistant to the evil Miranda Priestly, is now in LA running her own business. Miriam is Emily’s good friend, a Harvard-educated power-house corporate attorney, who has had enough and wants to try her hand as a stay-at-home suburban motherhood with her three young kids but didn’t realise the major adjustment it would entail such as making new friends and fitting in with head-to-toe every day Lululemon clad fellow mothers whose main occupation is vaginal reconstructive surgery and lots of day drinking. Emily comes to visit to help Miriam only to find her friend Karolina in trouble...
This book was fun & captivating from start to finish. In upscale Greenwich these three women come together, each struggling with something and make for a hoot of a story. Lauren Weisberger has done it again!
3.0 out of 5 starsThree women solve a first world problem
Reviewed in Australia on March 14, 2019
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You kind of know what to expect from the author of The Devil Wears Prada, and in that sense this book doesn’t disappoint. In this one, former Polish supermodel Karolina is married to a junior Democrat senator and the happy stepmother of 12 yo Harry until one day when - driving Harry’s friends home - she’s stopped by police, arrested and thrown in the slammer overnight for drunk driving. But she wasn’t drunk. The whole thing was a setup and the question is why and how. Enter her longtime friend Miriam, who after a successful NY legal career lives in the suburbs being a mum, which takes more than a small amount of adjustment. Enter 2) Emily, a friend of Miriam’s. Emily is a great character: sassy, bitchy, very upfront. She’s one of those people who handle the image of showbizz types, and is determinedly childless, whereas Karolina has been having IVF for years without success.
Karolina’s husband, far from being supportive, seems keen to distance himself from his wife, so naturally Emily and Miriam step in to buoy her up, rescue her reputation and sleuth their way to a satisfactory conclusion. Emily decrees that Karolina’s best course of action is to take the accusations of alcoholism on the chin and disappear for a while, hinting at rehab. Given the irregularities surrounding the arrest, this seems a weak plot point. Given the wealth and power available, surely it would have made better sense to uncover the police corruption and who organised it? This does eventually happen. Anyhoo ... we get a portrait of wealthy suburban folks where the women are super glamorous thanks to lots of surgery and have to be constantly on the lookout for cheating husbands, where birthday parties for five year olds are completely over the top extravaganzas that would feed a small country and where no expense (or drugs) are spared on neighbourhood parties. While we might get a frisson from these insights into the lives and accoutrements of the shallowly wealthy, you have to wonder what strange planet this is. While formerly middle class Syrians are escaping their war torn country in rubber boats, there are doctors busily stitching vaginas to suit the dimensions of a husbandly penis.
While Karolina’s husband is painted all black, the husbands of Miriam and Emily (whose work is never delineated) are painted loyal and caring in a way that makes them unreal. The scary Miranda Priestly makes an entrance and is instrumental in seeing the senator get his comeuppance. It’s a feisty, fun, voyeuristic read if you can overlook a certain thinness in characterisation and plot and if nothing else, will make you glad you’re not one of those people.
Awful! Poorly written, ridiculous plot, one dimensional characters. Very dated views despite the author’s attempt to name check current events in a desperate attempt to seem relevant. I bought this as a fun holiday read. Total waste of time and money.
2.0 out of 5 starsWenig Handlung und wenig Unterhaltung
Reviewed in Germany on April 7, 2019
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Wenig Handlung, 3/4 des Buches waren von der Stimmung her nur deprimierend, immer und immer wieder wurden die gleichen Probleme gewälzt,die richtig spannenden Dinge am Ende wurden nur kurz angerissen
I wasn't expecting anything deep, having previously read The Devil Wears Prada. Lululemons is what you would expect - lots of fun, very readable, but one book like this every two or three years is enough!
The book is a fun read. At times it did get a bit confusing jumping between the characters. Bringing back “Devil Wears Pravda” characters was so much fun. The ending for me missed something and left me a little dissatisfied.
This was an enjoyable, light-hearted beach read on vacation. I didn't realize initially that this is a 2nd follow-up book to 'Devil Wears Prada', featuring several of the main characters from the original story, in addition to new characters, in a whole new setting and storyline.
The story in itself wasn’t extremely bad, but the ideas it conveys are sick. Made me feel very bad about myself, as I am not meager, rich or popular, and as I am over 20 it seems according to that book yhat I am too old to be, attractive.
Not worth the money. I donated the book to my local thrift shop, I couldn’t even make it through the first chapter. Shipping was fast and the condition of the book was excellent, but the book itself: terrible.
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