MRS. KENNEDY AND ME by Clint Hill with Lisa McCubbin |
First Lady. Jackie. JBK. Jackie O. These are all names that would describe her forever, but to her Secret Service agent Clint Hill, she would always be Mrs. Kennedy.
I love history. I love historical memoirs. I loved this book. Clint Hill graciously allows us to go along with him as he remembers his time as Jackie Kennedy’s shadow. He gives such detail that I felt like I was right there, experiencing everything from traveling abroad to riding along in the motercade that fateful day in Dallas. Absolutely captivating!
This book... I just finished reading it. Couldn’t wait to find time to read. Couldn’t put it down. Don’t have words to explain how it made me feel.
Some of you may not know it but I was born in 1979 in a small town in what was then East Germany... I lived under communist rule for only 10 years and can only look back at that time through the eyes of a child. A child who had a pretty idyllic childhood. I didn’t know what I was missing, didn’t understand until much much later.
If you are remotely interested in the Cold War and the time period that Germany was separated, I highly recommend this book. It’s a personal story, a memoir, interwoven with historic details.
I wish I’d found this book BEFORE I went to Berlin this summer! I’ve been in the mother of all book funks lately....like all of 2017 So I went bookshelf spelunking 🧐 (yes, my bookshelf is THAT messy that some of my paperbacks don’t even see the light of day) this morning and this caught my eye.
One of the many sobering moments of my time in Berlin was climbing the #ReichstagDome and seeing the physical representation of the Iron Curtain, the border between East + West Germany split by the River Spree. The economic ramifications of The Cold War are still visible. Old vs New...Industry vs Ghetto...Wealth vs Poverty...Communism vs Capitalism. The border that tore apart families and communities arbitrarily. The river citizens in East Germany attempted to swim across in a desperate bid to escape vile oppression. The border walls and checkpoints may be gone, but the ghost still remains.
I’m now into the second chapter of German Boy and am equal parts horrified and fully consumed. So much sadness in the world, I think I needed the reminder of how far we’ve come, how far we have to go..... Call me a masochist but sometimes I just NEED a book to punch me in the face and make me feeeeel!
Has anyone else read #GermanBoy? Got any other #historicalmemoir recommendations? What’s the last book that pulled you out of a massive book funk?