Five Brides by Eva Marie Everson
One dress, five women, a lifetime of
memories
Five single, brutally
independent women live together in a Chicago
apartment in the early 1950s but
rarely see one another. One Saturday afternoon, as they are occasionally together
downtown, they found a wedding dress in a storefront window. After trying it
on―much to the disappointment of the salesclerk and without a single boyfriend
or date between the five of them―they decide to spend their money to purchase
it. Can one dress forever connect five women who live together only a short
time before taking their own journeys to love and whatever comes happily ever
after?
This
novel captivated me and formed a deep sense of nostalgia—for a time period I’ve
never lived in. I’ve always enjoyed stories that capture a sense of
relational connectedness and community, and to me, that’s what made this novel
so heart-warming. It takes a gifted writer to craft a novel with five key and
distinct characters. Ms. Everson
drew me deeply to each character and the time period in which they lived.
The
story begins in a hotel room in London,
England in 2015, with a bride waiting for a special wedding dress—a wedding
dress with a rather enchanting history. In the following chapter, the story
behind this dress begins to unfold. But the greatest stories are not about the
dress but instead, the women who purchased it, the growth they experienced, the
challenges they overcame, and the bond they shared.
The novel quickly time-shifts to 1951, Chicago. In this historically rich city, five women
roommates, living at a time when women were still fighting for the right to
work and receive equal pay, pushed against social expectations to find
independence.
As I
said previously, all the characters captured my heart, and I’ve been trying to
determine which female I enjoyed most. Though they were all memorable, I
greatly admired Betty and feel she
was the unifying thread of these special female relationships. A strong and
confident socialite raised in luxury, she valued her independence so much, she
was willing to lose everything in order to be true to herself. She became the
voice of reason to the other women in the story and continually, but gently,
pointed them toward strength, self-respect, and self-discovery.
The
other women had similar stories of finding themselves, and, of course, true
love. Some had to learn the hard way, and it was painful watching them travel
down a road of self-destruction. But in the end, their relationship to one
another, symbolized by a beautiful and shared wedding gown, remained intact and
carried them through, ultimately bringing out the best in each of them.
I
really loved this story, much more than this review shows because I find myself
struggling to explain just what it was that captivated me so. But I think
it was the special bond these women shared. In our fast-paced, technologically
driven culture, relationships can be so fleeting and surface level. It was
refreshing and endearing to read about relationships that withstood the test of
time and distance. And perhaps that’s why this story created such a sense of
nostalgia, carrying with it the reminder that relationships matter.
I’d definitely recommend
this book to anyone who loves women’s fiction, historical fiction, and romance.
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