This is a book that I would normally give a wide berth. I received this as a Christmas pressie and I have to say that I was for the most time, thoroughly absorbed in a candid text that sought to deconstruct the myth that was Jackie. Some chapters of the book offered little new - her early life and her craving for validation particularly from powerful men. The book confirmed some of my worst suspiscions about the lady herself, and the mass of contradiction that made up her character and influenced her life; Her fear of poverty ran counter to an almost insatiable desire to spend. Her emotional warmth, beguiling wit and intelligence were coupled with a scheming edginess and skittish treatment of people she would often mistakenly class as minions. I found the book intriuging; as it drew to a close I felt little envy towards the women who on several occasions appeared to have held the world in the palm of her hand. Rather I had sympathy and a sense of frustration towards the icon of American Dreams. Sarah Bradford has done her research well and the title of the book is a retrospective challenge to the sad and tortuous underbelly of Jackie O's life. I felt there could have been less attention to financial fripperies and more serious reflection on the psychology of someone such as Jackie who was driven in all aspects of her life. This was what I wanted to know more of. Nevertheless I felt that the writer managed to balance all elements of a fascinating life without descending in mawkish sentimentality. Incidentally I was impressed with her deft handling of the momentous political events taking place around Jackie, and her ability to demonstrate chameleon like qualities in such serious backdrops, uber-charming campaigning for JFK's Presidency in the aftermath of miscarriage and infidelity. If you enjoy a gutsy life story with plenty of razzamatazz, glamour, sexual intrigue and tears, as well as interior design (Jackie was obssessed with decorating and Bradford lets you know this) then I would recommend it.