{"id":2998,"date":"2018-01-25T08:15:56","date_gmt":"2018-01-25T13:15:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.silvercentury.org\/?p=2998"},"modified":"2018-03-09T16:09:27","modified_gmt":"2018-03-09T21:09:27","slug":"my-mrs-brown-a-novel-2","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/78.142.243.82\/~silvercentury\/2018\/01\/my-mrs-brown-a-novel-2\/","title":{"rendered":"My Mrs. Brown: A Novel"},"content":{"rendered":"

By William Norwich – Simon and Schuster, 2016<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Mrs. Brown is a drab and proper widow, living an invisible existence picking up after others in a small-town beauty shop, where she hears everything and says nothing. Staff and clients couldn’t care less about her in her thrift-shop clothes. An excellent seamstress with an eye for detail, she takes in sewing work to supplement her modest income. When the town\u2019s society maven dies, Mrs. Brown helps clean out the mansion. In doing so, she spies an elegant, timeless Oscar de la Renta dress\u2014and she knows she must have that dress, even though she cannot articulate why. This is a sweet story that takes you from pitying Mrs. B to cheering her on to get the dress. We’ve probably all had a have-to-have-it moment. Curiously, this was hers. It is in the pursuit of the dress that the real Mrs. Brown is awakened and appreciated. This little book, like Mrs. Brown herself, is not to be dismissed.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Mrs. Brown is a drab and proper widow, living an invisible existence picking up after others in a small-town beauty shop, where she hears everything and says nothing.<\/p>\n

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