The Nanny Diaries was one of my first forays into adult literature. I loved it, the light-heartedness of the writing, combined with serious undertones in the frivilous story. It was the kind of book that I dreamed of writing one day, living in an apartment in Manhattan. So, when I saw that there was a sequel, I was thrilled! Yet, the book was just okay, nothing spectacular. Maybe it's because I've read so many amazing books since the Nanny Diaries, so the original brilliance of the writers' style(s) has dimmed somewhat.
