Review: Girls in White Dresses
Somewhere between a trip to the Oklahoma History Museum, GroundHog Day screening at The Paramount, a trip through the Oklahoma City National Memorial Museum, covering the David Cassidy concert, visiting a new church, enjoying lunch with new friends at Hideaway and confirming my wedding bouquet will be created from brooches I read a book this weekend.
I’m a binge reader. I like to pick up a book, lose myself within the text for a few days, and then move on with life as a regular citizen. I cannot function as a normal adult knowing the next chapter is waiting on my nightstand upon my return home. (This could also be why I knocked out the entire series of Friday Night Lights in a week.)
For some crazy reason, I picked up a new book (at the checkout line, no less) and decided this weekend I must read it cover to cover.
To be fair, I chose this book because of the title. Recently chastised for my lack of wedding plans and excitement, I fell victim to trying to fill the part. I’m excited, guys. I just don’t like talking about it all the time - it’s weird. No, I don’t want to see what you pinned on Pinterest. And, no, we’re not getting married on the beach because you think this it’s a good reason to plan your family vacation. Be nice, people, or we’re eloping.
Sorry, I digress.
Jennifer Close's debut novel Girls in White Dresses is incredibly relatable, somewhat witty and painfully monotonous.
It explores the simplicity and complexities of various relationship status’ touching on familiar scenarios that have intertwined through the fabric of our respective life stories.
If you’re looking for someone to agree that attending 6+ wedding showers for the same bride is extreme, this book will keep you warm at night. However, I’m willing to bet my last dollar you’re already surrounded by friends keeping you company in this season of life.
The twenties are rough, man. You don’t know what you want to be when you grow up, dating is scary and it’s really, really weird when your friends get married and start discussing the grossness of childbirth.
Yeah, gross. Listen, moms, if you want anyone else to join that mom club of yours you should keep your lips sealed on all the stuff that happens. Hey now, I’m pointing my finger at this book, too. I googled stuff I shouldn’t have googled and now I’m scarred for life. For life.
Anyhow, it was an easy read. A little less than 300 pages, the interrelated story style kept my mind entertained.
In some ways it’s true to lifein others – it breaks your heart. I suppose I was hoping this book would shed light on something we didn't already know. The author would probably be a legit individual to have a chat with. She clearly survived her twenties - just like we all will.