Excerpt
From Chapter 1
Anyone who has known Hillary Clinton, née Rodham, since her budding days remarks
on her iron willpower, her desperate ambition to get the best grades, take on
the boys, win the competition whatever it may be. What is the source of this
inner core of steel?
Hillary was born an adult, according to her mother, Dorothy Rodham. While that
is surely an exaggeration, Dorothy's daughter never seemed to lack discipline or
drive. Once she settled on a track, she stuck to it like the wheels of an
express train. Her favorite lines from the Dr. Seuss books, she has said, read
like an internalized motto: "You have brains in your head. You have feet in your
shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose."
It was the best of times, 1950, in the best of countries, America victorious,
when two offspring of Welsh immigrants moved their little family out of the city
of Chicago to the suburb where the white people lived, Park Ridge. It was the
right place to bring up their daughter, their pride, their Hillary. She was
three years old, and the first of her two brothers was on the way. Hugh Rodham,
her driven father, wanted the finest house he could afford, although he was too
scarred by the Depression to ... read full excerpt from: Hillary's Choice ebook
