For one year, through tears and giggles, spas and shopping, “zingers” and memories, the five women leaned on one another, tiptoed together through a minefield of dating, met milestones, and helped one another heal.
It was only a year, but it was time enough to learn that “sometimes things turn out exactly right.”
Often desperate, sometimes feisty, partly hilarious, and warm as a fleecy blanket, “Saturday Night Widows” is a surprisingly feel-good, girl-bonding, which-role-will-Meryl-Streep-play-in-the-movie kind of a book. And I loved it.
Though there are a few continuity confusions, author Becky Aikman tells a story of sharp loss, fog, love, and fighting one’s way to a new normal. She does it through a year spent with five onetime-strangers who were also “too young” to be widows, their separate situations, and their emotional repair. Along the way, Aikman looks at scientific studies on grief here and in other cultures, and how both genders deal with loss.
Did I mention that I loved this book? I did, for its humor, its help, and for its heart.
This is obviously not a dark memoir, and I daresay it’s not for your widowed granny, either. It’s sad, it’s happy, and, in fact, once you start “Saturday Night Widows,” you won’t be able to part with it.
"Saturday Night Widows" By Becky Aikman $26, 337 pages