Nanny Confidential is the story of Lindsay Starwood, an elite nanny caring for the children of some of the world's most recognisable celebrities.
Lyndsay has cared for the offspring of film stars, presidents, oil barons, musicians and Middle East royalty. Now she is the nanny of six adorable young girls, the daughters of a famous film director, Sir Cameron Appleby, and self obsessed television star, Alysha. Lyndsay's life appears glamorous, her closets are stuffed with designer fashions, she travels in chauffeur driven cars and private planes, and all while being paid astronomical sums, but both the children she cares for, and the demands of their parents, keep her on her toes.
Nanny Confidential is a novel that reads like a memoir, and I have to admit I had to remind myself that it was fiction more than once. Though Lyndsay relates some outrageous situations and examples of ridiculous excess she has witnessed in her job, it all seems so feasible. If only half of what Christian writes is true (and she herself as worked as a nanny for the rich and famous), it's no wonder that the children of celebrities so often lead disastrous lives as adults. Lyndsay has far more patience than I would for the absurdities of her job, quite frankly I don't think anyone could pay me enough to put up with the diva behaviour of celebrities like Alysha.
A quick, light read which includes a touch of romance, Nanny Confidential is suited best I think to readers who enjoy tell-all celebrity features and gossip.
The book equivalent of "That's Life!" magazine. Inconsistencies abound. In the first chapter, the author and main character mentions being from a small Australian town with 8000 people. She also claims there were "only three girls in my year at school"! (I lived in an Aussie town with 1000 people only, and had more than that in my small Catholic school class. Those who went to the public school had class sizes of around 30+.) Mentions a "pair of mittens with a string to hang around her neck" (as a kid) - sorry, that's a blatant Americanism. Other such jarring "facts" abound. Claims to make $500,000 per annum, but there is no real evidence of her utilising this money for anything, and the mindset towards money is quite peculiar. Almost as though viewed through a teenager's fantasy dream of what being a VIP nanny would be like, with disingenuous ideas about finances and possessions.
I tried to enjoy this book as a light bit of fluff, but ultimately, it could do with a good editor who could guide the author better. Interesting premise, but poor execution.
I'm sorry but I just could not get into this book. When I read that she had to take her 9 month old charge for her first pair of stilettos I just could not believe that. The rest of the book may be true and I know that celebrities do get up to a lot of things, but I just didn't like the way the book is written. I ended up only reading a few chapters.