With a wry sense of humor, Jennifer Close brings us through those thrilling, bewildering years of early adulthood as she pulls us inside the circle of these friends, perfectly capturing the wild frustrations and soaring joys of modern life.
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The Rules of Life
Sabella's sister, Molly, was married with ten bridesmaids in matching tea-length, blue floral Laura Ashley dresses. It was, Isabella believed, the most beautiful wedding anyone would ever have. She was twelve.
"More beautiful than Princess Diana," her mother told Molly that morning as she helped her get dressed.
"I need more bobby pins," her sister replied.
Isabella sat on the bed with her hair in a tight French braid. Early that morning, the hairdresser had teased and twisted her hair back, stuck baby's breath in it, and sprayed it with an entire can of hairspray. From the side, it looked like a plant was growing out of her head. She kept touching it lightly to make sure the braid was still there, and every time she did, she was surprised at the crispiness of her hair.
"Isabella," Molly said. "If you keep touching your hair, you're going to ruin it." Isabella put her hand in her lap and watched Molly fluff her own crispy hair. Molly stared at herself in the mirror until her face got white. "I feel funny," she said. "A little sick."
Isabella walked downstairs, where she saw her mom running around like a crazy person and her dad walking briskly and trying to look busy so he wouldn't get yelled at. "Molly thinks she's going to throw up," she announced. Her mom took the stairs two at a time to get to Molly. Her dad gave her a little smile with no teeth, and continued his pacing.
The Mack family had been getting ready for this wedding for over a year. It was all they talked about, all they thought about. It was getting tiresome. Isabella's parents wanted everything to be perfect. They'd had the trim on the house repainted and the garden redone. "What's the point?" Isabella asked. "No one's going to see the house." Her parents just shook their heads at her and Molly rolled her eyes.
Isabella's mother and father went on a diet. They walked every morning and ate fish for dinner. When Isabella's dad ordered a steak or put butter on his bread, her mom would shake her head and say, "Oh, Frank."
"What's the difference?" Isabella asked. "No one's going to be looking at you guys." As soon as she said it, Isabella felt bad. She hadn't realized how mean the words sounded until they were out of her mouth, which had been happening a lot recently. It surprised Isabella, how nasty she could be without even trying.
Isabella's mother hung the wedding picture in the front hall. It was the first thing people saw when they walked into the Mack house. If you looked at it quickly, it was just a blur of blue dresses and big hair. As the years went by, it began to look like something you would see in a magazine, in an article titled "Fashion Mistakes of the Early '90s." Even the faces in the picture seemed to change. The bridesmaids began to look embarrassed to be caught in such blue dresses. But there was nothing they could do about it. They were trapped there, framed for the whole world to see.
"Whoa," Isabella's friends would say when they saw it.
"I know," Isabella would say. "It's horrendous."
Before Isabella moved to New York, her mom made her clean out her closet. "There are things in there that you haven't worn in years," she said. "Let's get it all cleaned out and I'll give it to the Salvation Army." She said it in an upbeat voice like it would be a fun thing to do. "You'll feel so much better when it's done," her mother added.
"I really doubt that," Isabella said.
Isabella sorted through old notebooks and shoes. She threw out T- shirts from high school sports teams and collages she'd made in junior high. In the back of her closet she found the blue floral beast. It was even worse in person. Isabella thought the color would have faded over the years, but it was just as vivid as ever. She held it up for a moment and then brought it to the dress-up chest in the playroom. Maybe her nieces would like to play with it. She shoved it in with the pirate costumes and princess dresses and forgot about it.
New York in September was busy, like everyone was in a hurry to get back to real life after the lazy summer. Isabella liked the feeling of it, the rushing around, and she let herself get swept along the sidewalks. She walked quickly, trotting beside the crowds of people, like she had somewhere important to be, too, like she was part of the productivity of the city, when really she was just going to Bed Bath & Beyond to get a shower curtain.
Isabella had decided to move to New York because she didn't have a plan, and New York seemed like a good one. Her friend Mary was moving there to go to Columbia Law. When Mary announced this, Isabella was floored. "You got into Columbia?" she asked. "How?"
"Thanks a lot," Mary said. But Isabella knew she didn't really care. It wasn't that she thought Mary was dumb. She just didn't know when Mary had found the time to make a life plan, study for the LSATs, and apply to schools. Isabella had barely finished her final photography project senior year.
"That's not what I meant," Isabella told her. She thought for a moment, and then she said, "Maybe I'll move to New York too." Isabella hadn't considered this before, but as soon as she said it, she knew it was a good idea. She had a roommate and a city all picked out, and that was something.
Isabella told her parents that she was moving to New York. She expected them to ask more questions, to want to know the details of what she planned to do there. But Isabella was the youngest of six, and her parents were not nostalgic about their children moving out of the house. Each time one of their children left, another one returned, and they had started to think they would never be alone again. "New York sounds great," they told her. "We'll help you pay rent until you find a job."
Isabella was almost insulted, but she understood. They wanted her out of the house and on her own, so that she didn't end up like her brother Brett, who graduated from college and then moved back home for two years, where he spent most of his time playing video games in his pajamas. During those two years, her parents had many whispered conversations where her dad said things like, "Five years to graduate from that college, and the kid's just going to sit around here and pick his nose? Not on my watch."
The apartment that Isabella and Mary found was barely bigger than Isabella's bedroom at home, but the broker told them this was as good as it would get. "For this neighborhood," she said, "with a doorman, this is the size you can expect." She sounded bored, like she'd given this speech to thousands of girls just like them, who were shocked at the amount they would have to pay to get their own shabby little corner in the city. The broker didn't really care if they took it or not, because she knew there was a long list of girls just like them, fresh to the city and desperate for a place to live. If they didn't take it, surely one of the others would.
Isabella and Mary signed the lease and moved into the apartment, which had gray walls that were supposed to be white and a crack in the ceiling that ran from the front door all the way to the back windows. When Isabella stood in the bathroom, she could hear the upstairs neighbors brushing their teeth and talking about their day. They were from somewhere in the South, and their accents made everything more amusing. Isabella often found herself sitting on the side of the tub, her own toothbrush in hand, task forgotten, listening to one of the girls talk about a date she'd been on. Sometimes the neighbors smoked cigarettes in their bathroom, and the smoke traveled down the vent, seeping into Isabella's bathroom and making the air hazy.
They hung mirrors on the walls to make the apartment seem bigger, and put up bright yellow curtains to distract from the grayness. They put up a fake wall to make Mary's bedroom, a slim rectangle that held her bed and desk and not much else. The wall was thin and Isabella could hear when Mary sneezed or turned a page. Mary was always shut up in her room working, which drove Isabella crazy.
"What are you doing?" she'd ask through the wall.
"Studying," Mary always replied.
"Again?" Isabella would ask. Mary would sigh.
After the first month, Mary started to go to the library more. "I'm too easily distracted," she told Isabella. It was quieter in the apartment with Mary gone so much, but Isabella never really felt lonely. And if she did, she'd go to the bathroom and listen to her neighbors chat, breathing in their smoke and laughing along with them as they said things like "Y'all knew he was a bump on a log" and "Back that train up!"
Isabella got a job as an assistant, working for two high-level exec-
utives at a mailing-list company. She wasn't sure what they did exactly, but she did know that they called her their "executive assistant" and that her main job every morning was to get Bill a corn muffin with raspberry jelly and to get Sharon a chocolate chip muffin. Bill asked for his muffin, and Sharon did not. This was part of the game. Each morning, when Isabella placed the muffin on Sharon's desk, she said, "Oh, I shouldn't!" but she still ate it. "I was just getting Bill's muffin and I thought maybe you'd want one?" Isabella would say in response. As long as she did this, they seemed happy.
Isabella's days and weeks fell into a routine, but she always felt like there was something else she should be doing, something better that was waiting for her. Sometimes on Saturday afternoons, she and Mary went to the park across the street and ate hot dogs in the sun. Mary always brought her textbooks with her, and took notes and read. Isabella just stared at people.
"This is the first fall that I haven't gone to school," Isabella said to her once.
"Mmm-hmmm," Mary said. She turned a page and uncapped a highlighter.
"Maybe that's why I feel so weird all the time," Isabella said.
"Maybe," Mary said. She filled the whole page with yellow smudges and Isabella was jealous of her. She didn't want to go to law school, but Mary had purpose and assignments and for that Isabella envied her. All Isabella had was two bosses that just wanted muffins. And sometimes jelly.
Their friends from college, Kristi and Abby, lived in the same building as they did. Kristi was the one who'd recommended it to
them. "You have to live in a doorman building," she'd said
to Isabella, as though it was something everyone already knew.
"It's not safe otherwise." Sometimes Isabella went out with them,
but they exhausted her. Kristi and Abby always wanted to get dressed up and go out for sushi or go to a party where you had to have your name on a list to get in. They both worked in PR and all they talked about was events and RSVPs, which Kristi pronounced "Risvips" for some reason. "I can get you on the list," Kristi would often say to Isabella. Isabella didn't want a list. She just wanted to get a drink.
Sometimes if she was lucky, Isabella could convince Mary to go out. They usually just went to Gamekeepers, the bar right down the street. "Come on," Isabella would say. "It's so close! We can be there in two minutes and have a drink and be home in an hour." She always hoped, of course, that once they got there Mary would stay out later, but getting her out was the first step.
Gamekeepers was a brightly lit bar, with neon signs on the walls and a black-and-white tiled floor. In the back room, there was a whole wall of bookshelves crammed full of every board game ever made. The first night that Isabella and Mary went there, they stood in front of the wall and stared at all of the games. The bar had all of the big hits-Scrabble, Trivial Pursuit, Monopoly-and some older games too, like Operation, Boggle, Life, and Sorry!
"Whoa," Mary said, as they stared at the shelves. "This is crazy." All around them, people were playing games on long wooden tables, rolling dice and slapping cards.
"Oh my God," Isabella said. She pulled a box off the shelf. "Look, they have Pig Mania. I can't believe it."
"What is that?" Mary asked. She looked at the box.
"It's this game, from the seventies, I think. You roll pig dice and get scores for different things."
"Weird," Mary said.
"The seventies were weird," Isabella said. "Come on, let's play."
They rolled the pigs, but Isabella could tell that Mary wasn't into it. Two guys came over to join them, which was encouraging at first, but then they started snorting and squealing when the pigs rolled into any position that looked dirty. "I got Makin' Bacon!" Isabella screamed, and they just snorted louder. One of them was so drunk that he kept swaying and bumping into the table, causing their drinks to spill and the pigs to topple.
"I think we should go," Mary said. She stared at one of the snorters. "I have to get up early to study anyway."
"Fine," Isabella said. She surrendered the pigs to the boys so that they could roll them alone.
"You're leaving?" the drunk one said. He closed his eyes and Isabella wondered if he had fallen asleep, and then he opened them and repeated his question. "You're leaving?"
"Yeah," Isabella said. Mary was waiting for her by the door. "I have a lot of things to do tomorrow," she said. "Just a really busy day."
Isabella met a boy named Ben and went on a date. She wanted something to fill her empty weekend days when Mary was studying and Kristi and Abby did things that Isabella had no interest in, like going to the gym or shopping in SoHo. Isabella went to the gym with them once, and Kristi wore earrings and a necklace while she ran on the treadmill, which bothered Isabella so much that she couldn't ever bring herself to go back again.
"I've never been on a date before," Isabella said to Mary as she got ready that night.
"You've been on plenty of dates," Mary said.
From the Hardcover edition.
What People are Saying About This
“Remarkably relatable. . . . Close’s debut is an addictive, thoughtful, slice of life” —Entertainment Weekly
"What a delight! The young women in this hugely appealing book are charming, funny, rueful, poignant. . . . One of the freshest and most appealing new voices in fiction.” —Ann Packer
“[Close’s characters] grumble good-naturedly through their friends’ weddings and the births of their babies . . . with the pluck and gimlet eye of Carrie Bradshaw’s younger, smarter sisters.” —Vanity Fair
“You’ll relate, but mostly you’ll laugh as Close turns her sweet-tart wit on the dating and mating shenanigans of this tight-knit group of friends.” —Redbook
“Close’s witty voice . . . charts the romantic shenanigans of a bevy of New York women in their 20s, before career success or Botoxed foreheads. Dating is a phenomenon to be analyzed in improvised group therapy over cocktails.” —The New York Times
“The one book that I will be recommending over and over again to all of my friends. I laughed, I cried, I nodded knowingly. . . . I can’t remember the last time I loved a book as much as this one.” —Allison Winn Scotch, New York Times bestselling author of The One That I Want
“Close straddles the line between melancholy and breeziness as she chronicles the exploits of recent college grads trying to make it in New York City . . . Hints at something deeper and truer: not just the adventure of being young, but the unmooring of it, too.” —Entertainment Weekly
“These Girls are smart, funny and extremely engaging. You will adore them and their poignant—and often hilarious—romantic yearnings.” —Danielle Ganek, author of The Summer We Read Gatsby
“This debut will ring bells. Wedding bells. . . . An uncanny portrait emerges of a time in life marked by too many hangovers, bad dates and bridal showers—as well as an abundance of solid friendships.” —People
“One wickedly observed first novel, a book that revels in contemporary city life, revealing it with a knowing flourish. . . . Girls in White Dresses is very much about New York City and about the current economic downturn. It’s about the changes that might be necessary and those that are not. It’s about friendship and heart, and it insists that relationships, if they’re solid enough, can withstand just about anything.” –The Anniston Star
“[An] irresistible, pitch-perfect first novel.” —Marie Claire
“Anyone who has seen The Sound of Music—that is, everyone—will likely recognize the title of Jennifer Close’s Girls in White Dresses as a certain Oscar Hammerstein lyric. But given the tone and tenor of this debut novel, it shouldn’t surprise that the reference isn’t particularly affectionate. . . . Quite endearing.” —USA Today
“An unsentimental, frank novel about female friendship—its lifelong loyalties and unconditional love.” —Kate Christensen, PEN/Faulkner Award-winning author of The Great Man
“Modern and funny, with original, wry observations. Close’s debut novel will appeal to both fans of contemporary women’s fiction with a hip vibe and readers who enjoy old-school chick lit.” —Library Journal
“One of the most buzzed-about reads of the summer. . . . Funny and often poignant; the tone of the book is reminiscent of Melissa Bank's popular 1999 novel The Girls’ Guide to Hunting and Fishing. . . . The vignettes of White Dresses are intricate and often absurd, yet instantly relatable.” —Winnipeg Free Press
“It’s a pleasure to get to know the characters and be able to leave them behind, knowing they’ll keep muddling on toward some version of happiness.” —The Columbus Dispatch
“Girls in White Dresses is a dark, funny, intimate romp through boyfriends, first apartments, and great friendships—but beneath the surface lurks the jealousy, disappointment, and love that didn’t quite end up the way you thought it would. Jennifer Close’s brilliant, deadpan humor made me laugh so hard my own roommate thought I was nuts.” —Margot Berwin, author of Hothouse Flower
“So many books aimed at 25- to 35-year-old women say they perfectly capture the angst and soaring joys of post-college life, but Girls in White Dresses truly does. Told in intersecting stories of a group of friends, Close is able to nail the complexity of the times—who to date, what job to take and what to wear to the endless weddings.” —Metro News (Toronto)
“Reading each story feels like catching up with an old friend. . . . Although the majority of the stories are humorous, they are never mean-spirited, and the friendships Close portrays feel incredibly realistic.” —National Post
“Is this just another fluffy piece of chick lit about 20-somethings finally finding love? Not with Close’s wry wit and deadpan delivery, which make this debut novel a treat to read. . . . An original confection with echoes of The Girls' Guide to Hunting and Fishing and a dollop of Sex and the City.” —Shelf Awareness
“If Elizabeth Bennet were post-collegiate, hungover, lovelorn and living on the Upper West Side, she would definitely be rooming with the Girls in White Dresses. This debut is hilarious, warm-hearted and wise, and I couldn't put it down.” —Holly LeCraw, author of The Swimming Pool
Reading Group Guide
The questions, discussion topics, and reading list that follow are intended to enhance your reading group's discussion of Girls in White Dresses, Jennifer Close’s rollicking, irreverent, and poignant debut.
1. Which character did you relate to most closely, and why?
2. How does Close use humor to convey character? Are the women themselves funny, or the situations they find themselves in?
3. Ambivalence—toward jobs, men, apartments, and children—is a recurring theme in Girls in White Dresses. Why do you think that is?
4. What did Isabella learn from JonBenét?
5. Several of the characters keep some pretty big secrets, such as the way Abby keeps her friends away from her hippy parents. How does this affect Abby’s life? How do the book’s other secrets affect the characters?
6. What is the metaphor of the peahen?
7. On page 98, Isabella thinks about her young nephew, Connor, “All he wanted was to know what to expect. His world didn’t look like he’d thought it would, and she understood. How could he keep calm if he couldn’t see?” Who else does this describe?
8. Why does “the ham” become so significant for Lauren?
9. Mary wonders why nobody warned her that during her first year as a lawyer, “You will be constantly afraid.” (page 120) What role does fear play in the women’s lives?
10. "Kristi and Todd stood with their shoulders touching, wrapped in the cloth. It reminded Isabella of the way that Lauren and Kristi used to huddle together, whispering and laughing at jokes that only they understood.” (page 174) Why does Isabella get so emotional during the “chuppah within a chuppah” wedding scene?
11. Connect the dots between Shannon, Dan, Barack Obama, and the contestants on “The Biggest Loser.” Why is hope so important?
12. Throughout the book, questions of identity pop up. For example, when a friend gets divorced and decides to keep her married name, Isabella thinks it may be because, “She’s afraid no one will remember who she is.” (page 249) How do these characters determine who they are? By the end, who seems to have created the strongest sense of self?
13. What is the turning point for Isabella in her relationship with Harrison?
14. Why is Lauren ready to call the turtle Mark gives her Rudy, when she wouldn’t use that name for the goldfish?
15. Discuss the last scene. How have the women changed over the course of the book? Who is the most satisfied with her life?
16. Where do you imagine Isabella, Mary, and Lauren will be in five years?
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
I bought this expecting a novel about 3 friends. Instead its a collection of short stories about a group of friends. I found it difficult to keep track of the characters. The stories felt true and were well written, but this just wasn't what I expected or like.
Choppy, awkward writing. Forgetable characters. It just doesn't work.
I should have listened to the other reviews. The writing style of this book was choppy and at times I felt it may have been written by a 12 year old! It just never seemed to flow, even though the author was attempting to entertwine the short stories. When I got to the chapter on Hope, that was quite enough for me. I don't like books where the author sneaks in their political views. I wanted to read light chick lit and didn't appreciate the politically left leaning slant. If I want that, I'll buy a book with that, thank you very much. Knowing this, I won't try another by this author.
Touching and inspiring. I liked the feel of this book and how it almost reads like a collection of short stories.
What a book - this book is so good, I am putting it on my shelf to read again, that never happens! A collection of a short stories or a book with characters weaving in and out - I don't know or care how you call it, it was excellent. As a girl who finds herself right in the thick of this book, I found my friends amongst her characters and even found myself in some of the same situations. I think this is why I fell so much in love with this book because I could completely relate to all of the characters. I enjoyed that each chapter involved a few of the friends, but you saw them again in another chapter. So yes, maybe it was a collection of short stories, but because you saw the characters again, I think it is a book where each chapter highlights a different character. I will not divulge any details - because this is a must grab, purchase it quickly. I will be buying this book in bulk for my girlfriends - I know they will love to read about us at the time we are right now in our lives.
This is all about love storys and is very entertaining i read it in Two days
Listen to the other reviews! This book is choppy and hard to follow. It really is like a bunch of short stories vs a novel. I only finished it because i paid for it. Save your money.
I bought this book because of the great reviews it had received in some of the magazines I read as well as it having a prominent placement at my local Barnes and Noble. What disappointed me most about the book was not so much the creativity of the author, but the actual style it was written in. There are various stories playing out at the same time yet the stories do not logically fit together. This is due to the fact the novel has a large cast of characters and connections between the characters were either not fully explained or were said too many chapters before causing the reader to forget the connection. The text was also written with minimal descriptions of the setting forcing the reader to assume way too much about where the conversations between the characters are taking place. This choppy style is not conducive to a novel that is already jumping between characters. The storyline between Isabelle and Harrison was entertaining and interesting. Jennifer Close clearly has a brilliant imagine. She simply needs refinement in her writing style and a greater ability to portray what she sees to the reader. While this book missed the mark, I think this author has enormous potential.
So disappointed! For all the accolades this author has I expected a bit of depth and character complexity (or even development) focusing on the dynamics of female relationships. It had so many opportunities to speak to something but never did. All I got was a mess of pages. A directionless attempt at a story with no substance. Seems the author wanted to vent and call it a book and some fool agreed to print it. Shame on them both. I regret I cannot get the time I spent reading this back.
I read this book a few months ago and still think back to it often. As a young, 20-something girl I can relate to a lot of what the girls are going through (especially the 8-bridal-showers-for-the-same-bride-and-you-have-to-go-to-all-of-them situation which left me crying with laughter the entire time!). I liked how their lives intermingled but didn't read like a typical plot line where you know they will all end up happy and rich with 2.5 kids at the end of the book. They struggle, feel completely lost at times, have their crazy party stories, and go through the highs and lows of growing up before the readers' eyes. Great writing, great storyline, and a must read for anyone who has ever spent back-to-back weekends celebrating other peoples weddings in dresses "you can totally wear again!!" Enjoy!
Loved the book. I would love if Jennifer Close would write another book about just Isabelle and Harrison!!!!
Very boring! I had to wade through it because I paid for it.
A good book about characters similar to women we may know or even ourselves in early adulthood. It was surprisingly funny (I laughed out loud many times) and an easy read. I agree that the stories were not well connected. There were many characters to keep track of and the stories were not in chronological order. I decided to take each story on its own. Instead of trying to remember who was who I just started anew with each chapter. I throughly enjoyed this book. Absolutely recommend!
I loved this book, the characters are wonderful and i laughed out loud several times, great for a fun read!
Happy to know that my female relationships have more depth than these forgettable characters. Totally a yawner.
Didn't like it at all. Very bad developed characters. The short stories are not stories. Don't waste your money. If you really intrigued, check it out from a library!
As a recent college grad I was intrigued to read Girls In White Dresses. After graduation all of my friends moved to different places all over the country, having our lives we built together for the past 4 years to break apart. Girls In White Dresses captures the friendships of girls that have known each other since college and create lives after leaving school. Every chapter somehow reminded me of my friends and I and I've already recommended it to all of them. Close did a great job interweaving stories and making the characters extremely relatable. I would definitely recommend the book to anyone who knows what it's like to go through their 20s with friends that will always be there for you. I can't wait to read whatever Close comes out with next.
I did not get this at all. Related short stories about a group of women after college who are worried about getting fat and finding husbands, and also confused about why their careers aren't satisfying. I had a hard time keeping them straight because most of them seemed like the same person. Maybe I am the wrong age, or perhaps just lucky, but I don't know anyone like this.Grade: C. After all that, I should add that I didn't hate the writing style.Recommended: I think you can skip, unless you are angling to catch a husband and feel like you need pointers in what not to do.
Well they say you shouldn't wear white after Labour Day. But reading Jennifer Close's debut novel Girls in White Dresses is right at anytime - either before or after Labour Day. Girls in White Dresses follows Mary, Lauren and Isabella as they graduate from college, start their careers and follows their friendships, relationships, marriages etc. on into their early thirties.I wasn't too sure about the format at first - it's told in a series of stories within the story - vignettes almost. But I quickly found this style addicting. It suited the snapshot moments of each life that are presented - fears, hopes, dreams, disappointments and more. But the thread linking them all is weddings.Close has a fun, fresh, quirky voice that had me laughing out loud and nodding oh yeah many times. (Kristi the bridezilla was probably the funniest moment for me) Girls in White Dresses would appeal to many age groups - those of us who have lived through the ninety million bridal and baby showers and emerged unscathed on the other side, those who like a good chick lit read, and those currently passing through this stage of life. Close has written a fun book that celebrates friendships - one you'll want to share with your BFF.
As others have said, the story follows the lives of three main characters plus many of their friends. It is told as a series of mostly unrelated stories or "snapshots". First i thought it was all short stories but then realized the characters crossed over, so it's sort of like that, with no real plot to bind the various "chapters" together. Someone else mentioned it was like reading Sex in the City only less fast lane. I'd have to agree. The problem is, I never really liked Sex in the City. It also reminded me of that Generation X movie, Reality Bites and that wasn't something I could relate to either. It was well enough written and the dialogue was realistic but to tell the truth, the glimpses i got of the parents or other family members of the main characters interested me more!
I've seen a lot of ranting and raving over this one - which is why I picked it up from the library. But honestly, my reaction was "meh." It wasn't bad but it wasn't really great either. The story is told in little vignettes about each of the many characters (delineated by chapter) which didn't allow me to truly feel for the characters.If I'm giving my recommendation it would be this: it's a decent, sometimes funny read...but nothing mind-blowing. It does illustrate realistic relationships...but, I don't know, it just wasn't all that compelling of a read for me. I wish I had known this prior because then I would have put it later on my TBR list. Recommended for hardcore chick-lit fans and/or folks that are interested in modern relationships of people in their 20s and 30s.
Fun, funny, light and enjoyable. Like reading Sex and the City, slightly less fast lane. Typically but not boring; you can identify with the characters and the aimless of twenty-somethings, the inevitable pairing off and disconnect as old friends enter new stages of life (marriage, babies, divorce) at different times.
A nice decade to visit, but I wouldn¿t want to live thereReading the jacket copy for Girls in White Dresses, I was expecting a fairly conventional chick lit novel¿which is something I enjoy every now and again. However, as I delved into this novel of connected stories (a format I always seem to enjoy), I was delighted to discover something more substantive than I was expecting. Jennifer Close¿s debut is so much more than 20-something women moving through a succession of weddings.Girls in White Dresses is a coming-of-age novel, not of a single girl, but of an entire group of interconnected young women. They know each other from schools or jobs or through the friends of friends. The stories chart a progression of large and small events as these women move from their early 20s to the end of that pivotal decade. It¿s about the growing you do as you enter adulthood, and the mistakes and detours you make along the way. I can honestly say that my life in my 20s bore almost no resemblance to the lives depicted on the pages of this book. Even so, there was a universality to that period of life that I absolutely recognized, and could enjoy looking back upon from the greater confidence and security of my 40s.I¿ve read reviews that suggested that this novel would be most enjoyed by the same 20-something women being written about, but I¿m not sure that¿s the case. There¿s something really delightful about being able to revisit a period of your life, without it BEING your life. I can smile about the foibles of my 20s now. Not so much while I was living them. And so I smiled my way through Girls in White Dresses. There was plenty of humor along the way to give me cause to smile, and plenty of nostalgia. Written as a series of short stories, the characters populating Close¿s novel were more like snapshots of women, showing them as they existed in episodic moments of time. But these women were idiosyncratic, believable, and occasionally quirky. (I love that Ellen dates ugly boys!) I will warn that there is a large cast of characters, and it takes a while to get a solid grasp of who is who, and where they are from story to story. Close¿s prose seemed sort of choppy and spare as the novel opened, but either I got used to her style or things smoothed out as I got further into the novel.I don¿t know that you¿ll find larger truths or messages in this book, but for whiling away a few hours, you could do far worse. I would love to follow these young women into their thirties and beyond.
Chapters are vignettes of overlapping characters which is a nice style. However, a book that has no plot should have well developed characters to drive the story and engage the reader, urging them on through the book. Sadly, this doesn't happen. The characters are an aimless, vapid group of twenty-somethings who allow life to happen to them rather than engaging in it. The reader can identify with their lack of surety in their futures, but there's nothing to induce sympathy or interest.