And They Called It Camelot: A Novel of Jacqueline Bouvier Kennedy Onassis

by Stephanie Marie Thornton

I loved books and words more than my horses; could scarcely imagine a life devoid of stories and drama. My heroes were Mowgli, Robin Hood, Little Lord Fauntleroy’s grandfather, Scarlett O’Hara. . . .

for it. I realized then that with Jack I wouldn’t have to be ashamed of my real hunger for knowledge, something I had always felt I had to hide from the other men I’d dated.

Tennyson had once written, “Hope smiles from the threshold of the year to come, whispering, ‘It will be happier.’”

Even in death, there can be beauty and hope, if only we dare to look hard enough.