I Left My Homework in the Hamptons

What I Learned Teaching the Children of the One Percent

De: Blythe Grossberg

Narrado por: Ann Marie Gideon

Duración: 7 h y 31 m

Resumen del Editor

A captivating memoir about tutoring for Manhattan's elite, revealing how a life of extreme wealth both helps and harms the children of the one percent.

Ben orders daily room service while living in a five-star hotel. Olivia collects luxury brand sneakers worn by celebrities. Dakota jets off to Rome when she needs to avoid drama at school.

Welcome to the inner circle of New York's richest families, where academia is an obsession, wealth does nothing to soothe status anxiety and parents will try just about anything to gain a competitive edge in the college admissions rat race.

When Blythe Grossberg first started as a tutor and learning specialist, she had no idea what awaited her inside the high-end apartments of Fifth Avenue. Children are expected to be as efficient and driven as CEOs, starting their days with 5:00 a.m. squash practice and ending them with late-night tutoring sessions. Meanwhile, their powerful parents will do anything to secure one of the precious few spots at the Ivy Leagues, whatever the cost to them or their kids.

Through stories of the children she tutors that are both funny and shocking, Grossberg shows us the privileged world of America's wealthiest families and the systems in place that help them stay on top.

©2021 Blythe Grossberg (P)2021 Harlequin Enterprises, Limited

Interesting read— especially the first and last two chapters

A little fun, a little thought provoking…looking forward to seeing what other books she’s written.

very Well Done

I loved the book. It was informative with great insight on how the .01% are preparing their children to be just as successful as them.

Very entertaining and informative!

Should be read by every NYer who has or had a child in private school. It was a fast fun listen and very revealing.

I'm a Tutor. This was Meh.

I just could not get my interest up and maintained. I'm a Professional Tutor and could not for the life of me fathom why she would stay in such an advanced state of poverty by choice. Yes, the dichotomy of the ultra-rich and ordinary people is interesting but after a while......................snooze. Just not compelling.

Stunningly beautiful, thoughtful, and insightful memoir.

Not one I expected to be entranced by, but delighted by the pleasantly refreshing surprise! Highly recommend this book.

Why such bad reviews?

The title is, in many ways, misleading. I thought it was going to be a critique of the monied class of Fifth Ave, but it is more like a must-read for parents who hope to help their children get into college. This is an expert’s look into the complicated process that it is, especially if one resides in NYC, and whose children attend private school. Lesson learned: avoid having wealthy, successful, competitive parents, read The Great Gatsby and play competitive squash.
The author does not suffer from envy, but more like, pity. Pity for the lives her students must live to survive in the highly competitive universe into which they have been born.
I recommend this to anyone who is in the process of helping a child find their way through the maze of college admission. The author has written a guide of exactly what to do, and not do, keeping in mind your child’s personality, and helping them to find the right fit.

Sobering

Beautifully written, artfully read. A sobering look at the 1% as they quest for college: the struggles of the students, travails of the tutors, and the sweat equity and dollars of the parents. But before the schadenfreude sets in, there is a subtext that asks us to be more human, especially when it comes to those we brought into the world.

It’s okay

The author repeats herself and waxes political at times. It is her story, but there’s an air of knowing better along with an under current of envy weighed with assessment of each family.
The families and the privilege is interesting and a bit sad.

I wish…

I wish I had read this when my children were young. You strive to give your children everything you did not have and later realize you had it ALL!

Wah Wah Wah

Do I really want to hear how poor little tutor never heard of shoes that cost $135? This is a rant against Manhattan’s rich kids that has no humor, just resentment. I’m returning the book.