This is the story of Ivy Ames, who is summarily evicted from her plush and powerful lifestyle and (after a bit of wallowing, of course) ends up launching a consultancy specialising in getting the small kids of rich parents into the best kindergartens of New York.

I read this book in the milkshake shops of Brighton last summer, or maybe the summer before, and giggled unattratively and frequently. There is nothing very profound or enlightening about it, it’s just a truly wicked comedy on the astonishing stupidity of obsessive modern parenting, as apparently practised by the very rich. Laugh out loud and shake your head with amazement. If you like to glory in the schoolish perversion of education, so much the better.