I have been recently chatting with some GRs friends and talking about stories from a different historical era. I love romances that take place during modern times and from the past but I wanted to try something unique and a far cry from I usually read. And,oh my, did I find it with Debbie Macomber’s BETWEEN FRIENDS.
Female friendships are plush terrain for imagination and this narrative was the journey of two women told in an epistolary format. Notes, letters, diary entries, announcements, receipts and, eventually, email submissions: you will find it all here. From their births in the late 1940s until shortly after the turn of the twenty-first century, Jillian Lawton and Leslie Adamski were BFFs.
Their parents tipped the scale of difference; their paths into adulthood were moments shared with angst and true affection. No matter what happened, they were the definition of true friends: they supported one another through thick and thin.
Some readers have compared this story to a soap opera and, in a way, they were right. It was necessary to have a lot of drama. The 1950s, ‘60s, '70s and '80s, when most of the story took place, were packed with emotion. The Cold War, the old-fashioned values, the Kennedys and the Martin Luther King movement. And the rights and wrongs that attached itself to the Vietnam War affected everyone. Opinions divided families. Lastly, let us not forget the 1980's ( or should we?!) with the end of the disco era, new hair styles and trendy, now-vintage clothes.
BETWEEN FRIENDS was a bittersweet, effervescent and volatile tearjerker. Familiarity, rapport and devotion fused Leslie’s and Jillian’s journey through the decades. It followed their naiveté when they were young, the up-and-down relationships with their mothers and how their fathers affected their romances and, eventually, permanent relationships with men.
This is ‘Women’s Fiction’: a beach-read whether you are near the ocean or your kitchen sink. A buddy-read. For lovers of nostalgia or those that would like a taste of mid-twentieth century Americana. But, be warned of an impassioned ride.
~For those of you that read my reviews, you know I love a little disquiet or ‘mental upset’. I know it follows real life and, for the most part, I don’t have a problem with this element. But I am knocking off one star because of this same apprehension. I found myself reading this story in ‘doses’. I was physically involved: my sighs, vocal comments to no one, movement of my hands and neck-rolling. It was a supremely emotional and complex narrative. I was exhausted by time I finished, scrambling through my to-read books searching for a poles-apart storyline.~