Reviewed by Katy Zignego (Library Staff)
I was intrigued by the jacket flap of this book. It’s a mommy memoir, of which I have read a good few, but there’s a twist. The author is a Yale-educated anthropologist who married a zillionaire and is raising two small sons in New York City. But the book is written as though she were a researcher who has arrived to study a hitherto unknown tribe: the super-rich mommies of Park Avenue.
There are parts of the book that are just flat-out funny, like the little map showing the mommies’ upscale “watering holes,” where they eat undressed salads and quaff white wine. And there are parts that are shocking, like the lengths to which some women will go to get an uber-chic Hermes Birkin bag (starting at $10,000). The last chapter is very sad and affecting, dealing with women who have lost children. But the whole thing is a very interesting peek into the way the other half lives–how their glittering lives sometimes are really just like ours, and how sometimes they are like a different species entirely.
Located in Adult Nonfiction (974.71 MAR)