"Jackie" by Dawn Tripp. I had to keep reminding myself that this was a novel. I couldn't wait to finish it obviously not because I didn't know what was going to happen but because I did. It was so beautifully written yet so many times tough to read. The magnificence of Jackie and Jack's minds, their banter, their knowledge was awe inspiring. I wanted to finish because I just couldn't "take" anymore and then I didn't want it to ever end.

Jackie has to live the rest of her life as an icon made of grief. Tripp follows her through:

- The years of mourning, raising Caroline and John Jr. alone
- The assassinations of Bobby Kennedy and Martin Luther King Jr.
- Her controversial marriage to Greek billionaire *Aristotle Onassis* in 1968 - for safety and privacy
- Her reinvention in New York as a book editor at *Doubleday*, where she finally becomes who she always wanted to be: a woman who loves books, the sea, horses, art, ideas, history

As Jackie herself says in the book:

_"The world has divided my life into three: Life with Jack, Life with Onassis, Life as a woman who goes to work because she wants to. My life is all of these things, and it is none of these things. They continue to miss what's right in front of them. I love books. I love the sea. I love horses. Children. Art. Ideas. History. Beauty. Because beauty blows us open to wonder. Even the beauty that breaks your heart."_