Living History [antikvár]

AUTHOR'S NOTEIN 1959, I WROTE MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY FOR AN assignment in sixth grade. In twenty-nine pages, most half-filled with earnest scrawl, I described my parents, brothers, pets, house, hobbies, school, sports and plans for the future. Forty-two years later, I began writing another memoir, this one about the eight years I spent in the White House living history with Bill Clinton. I quickly realized that I couldn't explain my life as First Lady without going back to the beginninghow I became the woman I was that first day I walked into the White House on January 20, 1993, to take on a new role and experiences that would test and transform me in unexpected ways.By the time I crossed the threshold of the White House, I had been shaped by my family upbringing, education, religious faith and all that I had learned beforeas the daughter of a staunch conservative father and a more liberal mother, a strident activist, an advocate for children, a lawyer, Bill's wife and Chelsea's mom.For each chapter, there were more ideas I wanted to discuss than space allowed; more people to include than could be named; more places visited than could be described. If I mentioned everybody who has impressed, inspired, taught, influenced and helped me along the way, this book would be several volumes long. Although I've had to be selective, I hope that I've conveyed the push and pull of