Just finished The Nanny Diaries, by Nicola Kraus and Emma McLaughlin, a first-person novel based on their experiences as nannies to rich Manhattanites. It’s a great book, but reading it just makes me sick. It’s a work of fiction, yes, but I know plenty of people exist who are like the ones described in this book: rich, spoiled, self-centered, horrible to their servants and couldn’t-care-less about their children. Once again I give thanks for my own life. And thanks to my parents!
[This post was imported on 4/10/14 from my old blog at satsumabug.livejournal.com.]