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Such brave woman, kept her illness secret for so many years...... no publicity.

I very successful author, 500 million copies of her books sold.

Condolences to her family at this sad time.

R.I.P Jackie

Believe she had a full & happy life good for her . never read her books. she was on the one show recently very chirpy & chatty .RIP thinking of her family & Friends at this time . <3

In case you missed this.

" Elaine Conti awoke in her luxurious bed in her luxurious Beverly Hills mansion, pressed a button to open the electrically controlled drapes, and was confronted by the sight of a young man clad in a white T-shirt and dirty jeans pissing a perfect arc into her mosaic-tiled swimming pool. She struggled to situp, buzzing for Lina, her Mexican maid, and at the same time flinging on a marahou-trimmed silk robe and pressing her feet into dusty pink mules. The young man completed his task, zipped up his jeans, and strolled casually out of view. “Lina!” Elaine screamed. “Where are you?” The maid appeared, inscrutable, calm, oblivious to her mistress’s screams. “There’s an intruder out by the pool,” Elaine snapped excitedly. “Get Miguel. Call the police. And make sure all the doors are locked.” Unperturbed, Lina began to collect the debris of clutter frorn Elaine’s bedside table. Dirty Kleenex, a half-finished glass of wine, a rifled box of chocolates. “Lina!” Elaine yelled. “No get excited, senora,” the maid said stoically. “No intruder. Just boy Miguel sent to do pool. Miguel sick. No come this week.” Elaine flushed angrily. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me before?”

She flung herself into her bathroom, slamming the door so hard that a framed print sprang off the wall and crashed to the floor, the glass shattering. Stupid maid. Dumb-ass woman. It was impossible to get good help anymore. They came. They went. They did not give a damn if you were raped and ravaged in your own home. And this would have to happen while Ross was away on location. Miguel would never have dared to pretend to be sick if Ross was in town. Elaine flung off her robe, slipped out of her nightgown, and stepped under the invigorating sharpness of an ice-cold shower. She gritted her teeth. Cold water was best for the skin, tightened everything up. And, God knew, even with the gym and the yoga and the modern-dance class it still all needed tightening. Not that she was fat. No way. Not a surplus ounce of flesh on her entire body. Pretty good for thirty-nine years of age.

When I was thirteen I was the fattest girl in school. "

mmmm

RIP Jackie!! a larger than life person with a lovely personality - I've never read her books either, not my kind of book, but she was obviously an excellent writer

I was just reading that. Apparently she was first diagnosed in 2009 and her sister (Dame Joan) only found out she had the disease two weeks ago. Her books were/are not my type of reading but she did very well and by all accounts was a strong family member who will be much missed. She was 77 RIP.

She seemed like a lovely person and very family orientated.

Only read one of her books, thought it was awful, so not bothered with any others. But she found a niche and it made her rich. Well done to her.

RIP.

How very sad . She passed away from breast cancer

Did read some of her novels in my younger days but not my cup of tea now .

She was a very successful author with world wide acclaim.& sold over 5 million books

Leaves behind children and grandchildren as well as her elder sister Joan

RIP Jackie