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A one-star book, to me, means that it was a waste of reading time. This book absolutely felt like that. It’s a nonfiction book written by a woman who grew up relatively poor and becomes a nanny for uber-wealthy families in NYC. The subtitle says that there should be commentary on upward mobility and motherhood but I honestly couldn’t find any of that in this book beyond trite platitudes about working wealthy moms not being taken seriously or the idea that the wealthy have a special coded language that sets you apart.

SO much of this book is backstory about the author’s childhood, which unfortunately just felt like her trying to prove that she grew up poor. I wish that the book included more stories about the differentiator of the book - her nannying experience. Overall, a big disappointment.