Nine Women, One Dress
by Jane L. Rosen
A charming, hilarious, irresistible romp of a novel that brings together nine unrelated women, each touched by the same little black dress that weaves through their lives, bringing a little magic with it.
Natalie is a Bloomingdale’s salesgirl mooning over her lawyer ex-boyfriend who’s engaged to someone else after just two months. Felicia has been quietly in love with her happily married boss for twenty years; now that he’s a lonely widower, she just needs the right situation to make him see her as more than the best executive assistant in Midtown Manhattan. Andrea is a private detective specializing in gathering evidence on cheating husbands—a skill she unfortunately learned from her own life—and can’t figure out why her intuition tells her the guy she’s tailing is one of the good ones when she hasn’t trusted a man in years. For these three women, as well as half a dozen others in sparkling supporting roles—a young model fresh from rural Georgia, a diva Hollywood star making her Broadway debut, an overachieving, unemployed Brown grad who starts faking a fabulous life on social media, to name just a few—everything is about to change, thanks to the dress of the season, the perfect little black number everyone wants to get their hands on…
… many of their stories began with “Don’t judge me.” As if it were a get- out- of- jail- free card. “Don’t judge me, I slept with your boyfriend,” or “Don’t judge me, I ate an entire pecan pie last night.”
I was wearing a slim-cut sports jacket with paisley lining and skinny jeans that Sherri had convinced me to buy a few weeks back. She said I was very close to looking hip. She said I was very close to looking hip. I said I was very close to needing a hip replacement.
She wasn’t really my type— a snob, and for no reason. She was a slush-fund baby… a slush-fund baby— her father paid for her entire education by stealing from his company’s petty cash.
She was that girl in tenth grade with the long legs who you were nice to ’cause she was new in town. The one that wrapped those same long legs around the boy you confided in her that you had a crush on.
Even the most popular, confident, put-together adult can call to mind that one girl who made her feel inadequate. She’ll get hers, you said to yourself, praying that it was true as she walked away from you, leaving you feeling like roadkill to be scraped off the pavement.
I knew pretty quickly that she was a mean girl of ultimate proportions. Cruella de Vil on steroids.
I enjoyed the ironic and amusing humor although it took me a bit to ascertain the rhythm, organization, and pacing of the various tales. The storyline shifted back and forth between a multitude of characters, which initially confused me, as the narrative had felt disjointed until I caught on and caught up. Nine women experience various clothing emergencies and end up with the same Little Black Dress from Bloomingdale’s, the coveted Max Hammer design, and the only size small in stock. Oddly several of the women had the intent to “borrow” the dress; wearing it to their events with the tag tucked away so they can return it to the store for a refund. My favorite story involved karma, something I am often far too impatient to wait for.
About the Author
Jane L. Rosen is an author and Huffington Post contributor. She lives in New York City and Fire Island with her husband and three daughters. She often takes inspiration from the city she lives in and the people she shares it with. She is the author of a young adult novel, The Thread, which she self-published. In addition to writing she has spent time in film, television, and event production and is the cofounder of It’s All Gravy, a web and app-based gifting company.