Eight Days a Week

by Amber L Johnson

[Lindsey Gray]

Andrew is a little lost in life. He's 25 and doesn't have a real career path. A degree in piano and two years of culinary school haven't helped him decide what he wants to be when he grows up. When Andrew gets tired of his sister's whining to get a job, he pulls up Craigslist to at least find a place to live. He accidentally finds a basement apartment along with a job as a Manny.

Gwen has two precocious children she needs help caring so she can keep the promotion she just got at work. Once Drew sees the perks of the job, he thinks it will be a piece of cake. Ha! He hadn't met Bree and Brady yet.

Andrew gets a crash course in child rearing pretty much from the kids themselves. I was hurting right along with Andrew as he suffered through hours of Disney Junior, difficult bath times, and getting kids to eat.

At first, I really didn't like Andrew. I thought he was a slacker and was thinking more with the head below the waist more than the one above his neck. He was lusting after Gwen pretty much from the moment he sets eyes on her. My opinion changed the moment he met Bree and Brady. The way he interacted with them was not how a caregiver is "supposed" to, but he makes it work. I love that he cares for them almost instantly.


“They’re kids. They eat from a box. Slice some hot dogs and call it a meal, you foodie.”

I glared at her in mock hatred and grabbed the box. “You’ll learn to eat real food by the time I leave.”

Her face fell, and Bree looked at the floor. My gaze drifted over to Brady, and his eyes were wide as saucers.

Their dad had left them. That had to have been it. I opened my mouth but could think of nothing to say.

Change of subject. Be cool. What did they do on television? What would Tony Danza do?

He’d sleep with his boss, Angela.

Shit. Sitcoms were no help at all.


Johnson wrote the detailed evolution of Andrew as he fell in love with a family and then became one of them. I laughed so many times, I ended up losing count. I cried a little too. This is a sweet, sexy, and at times hysterical account of how a man can grow up and still be a kid.

Thank you to Amber L. Johnson and The Writer's Coffee Shop Publishing House for gifting me with a copy of Eight Days a Week in exchange for an honest review.