I changed my mind about Michelle Gable. She’s off my “to read” list.
Once again, I ask myself “Why did this author write FICTION about a real person whose life is well documented? And rather recent?”
The Summer I Met Jack is a fictional account of a possible affair between John Kennedy and a young woman who worked, for a brief time, at the Kennedy family enclave in Hyannis Port on Cape Cod. This is too speculative for me.
Whatever happened to the concept of privacy? Isn’t it enough that the whole Kennedy family has been dragged through endless tabloid speculation? Why does Gable feel free to impose her imagination on the former President and her biases on the dynamics of his family?
I stopped reading after a few chapters.
When I tried The Book of Summer, I found it trite. A family drama set in Nantucket. Not in the mood…
Back to my search for satisfying recent literature.
I’ll skip both those books. Reading “Wolf Hall” trilogy by Hilary Mantel.