I am so glad I did not buy this book, instead I spent about an hour perusing it at the library.
I was born in 1956 and my first transcendental memory is his assasination. So of course I grew up idolizing him.
Then, the biographies came out about him. The ones that weren't so flattering and had real info in them instead of the Camelot crap.
Now, when I look at that cover prtrait, for instance, I think to myself, man, she didn't even know how close she came to getting a nasty infection from him and he never realized how damaging his actions in the White House would be to him, his family and the nation.
When I look into his face, I think of all the naked women he had in the White House pool, and I think of Jusith Campbell Exner and how she was his lover and mafiosto Sam Giancana's lover at the same time, again in the White House. And how prudish and stupid the American people are to condemn Bill Clinton for a couple of blow jobs while all the while still idolizing this sex-crazed Kennedy. Man. Oh, and how dumb Obama is to take Kennedy as his "predessesor"? His role model? Did he not read this man's history? Or was that all to get the endorsement of the Kennedys, which is totally old and the past...
Camelot was a story and a myth. So, this book just makes me sad, really.