Okay, so as we are aware, unless you don't watch television, Jacqueline Kennedy recorded 8.5 hours worth of interviews that have now been transcribed into a book. This book shot to number 1 on Amazon and Barnes & Noble yesterday. Surprise, surprise. America's fascination with the Kennedy's lives on. I'm right there with America, I'm fascinated. The Kennedy's have always been a big deal.
Let me tell you what I found out I'm even more fascinated with: JACKIE'S VOICE. If you saw Diane Sawyer's special two nights ago, you know what I'm talking about. I finished watching it last night. I cannot get over that voice. I've seen countless pictures of her, but I had never heard the voice behind the face. It's like this whispery, soft, movie-starish voice. I can't put it to words. But, I do know that I've never heard anything like it. What a voice. I really wish I could talk like that, but I sound like a booming man compared to that Jackie Kennedy voice. Her voice is like delicate orchids and my voice is like big redwood trees. If I was Ursula, I would have forgotten about Ariel and Prince Eric and gone after Jackie's voice and gone for JFK. (it's necessary that I squeeze in a Disney reference when I can).
That delicate, elegant voice did possess a sort of strength behind it. The strength of a woman who had miscarried 2 babies and buried a husband. The strength of a woman who kept going. I loved her candidness in the tapes. I love her intelligence. I'm proud that she is in our nation's history and I definitely plan to get around to reading her tapes.
That delicate, elegant voice did possess a sort of strength behind it. The strength of a woman who had miscarried 2 babies and buried a husband. The strength of a woman who kept going. I loved her candidness in the tapes. I love her intelligence. I'm proud that she is in our nation's history and I definitely plan to get around to reading her tapes.
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