This book was scarier to me than any actual horror-genre book could have been. Not only because it had some descriptions of very poorly behaved kids, but because it described how some wealthy "families" have children that they can't wait to pawn off on underpaid strangers 24/7. I like to think there is a special place in Hell for people that are so cold to their own children, not to mention for people who treat other people like objects. I know this book is a work of fiction and all, but I would be willing to bet that it's painfully accurate in many ways, and explains how so many people who come from a wealthy background and seem to have "all the advantages" in life turn out to be sociopaths (or worse). I guess I read this book too soon after reading this one and the idea that there are people in this world that have all day, every day to spend at the spa and/or buying pair after pair of $500 shoes while other people die from easily treatable illnesses because they can't afford lifesaving medicine is just hard to reconcile.
On the plus side, this book's writing was decent and MUCH better than the overrated, poorly written, and ludicrous The Devil Wears Prada.