Not unlike many of the children featured within its pages, White House Nannies has a case of ADHD: Inattentive. It's all over the place. Memoir. How-To. Tell-All. Chick-Lit. Washington D.C. Travel Guide. In 240 pages. Forget the nannies and toddlers and their overworked parents--I need a nap.
To be fair, this is a terribly easy read, like the gossip column--read, forget quickly. It starts sounding the same: the clients' demands, the nanny shenanigans, the advice. Was the chapter on mother-in-laws necessary, though? Or the chapter on pets? Or the chapter about nannies falling in love? Or the one about all the free therapy these parents need from Barbara?
That's not to say it wasn't interesting and often entertaining. Having been a big sister, babysitter, nanny, and now a teacher (which is babysitting with more demands and fewer perks), I could relate to many of the situations. You do fall in love with the kids, and the parents do get attached to you. I was asked to move with a family to South Carolina!
Just goes to show an author can have a story, but without a strong editor, there will be bumps in the road.