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misfitmoxie's review against another edition
4.0
Utterly delightful, and yet a tiny bit heartbreaking, too. Wouldn't have missed it for the world!
ddoessh1t's review
5.0
I loved this book when I read it few years ago.
I cried like hell by the end of the book, the author’s style in writing made me feel like I was a part of the story. It was a very good, well written emotional book.
I would recommend it to anyone interested in fashion, or anyone who ever wanted something so bad that they gave up everything just to get what they want, because they might learn a thing or two from this story.
I cried like hell by the end of the book, the author’s style in writing made me feel like I was a part of the story. It was a very good, well written emotional book.
I would recommend it to anyone interested in fashion, or anyone who ever wanted something so bad that they gave up everything just to get what they want, because they might learn a thing or two from this story.
singh_reads_kanwar2's review
3.0
Mrs Harris is a salt-of-the-earth London charlady who cheerfully cleans the houses of the rich. One day, when tidying Lady Dant's wardrobe, she comes across the most beautiful thing she has ever seen in her life - a Dior dress. In all the years of her drab and humble existence, she's never seen anything as magical as the dress before her and she's never wanted anything as much before. Determined to make her dream come true, Mrs Harris scrimps, saves and slaves away until one day, after three long, uncomplaining years, she finally has enough money to go to Paris. Along with pension, the money she wins from gamble and the ring she make sure reach back to real owner which was expensive.
When she arrives at the House of Dior, Mrs Harris has little idea of how her life is about to be turned upside down and how many other lives she will transform forever. Always kind, always cheery and always winsome, the indomitable Mrs Harris takes Paris by storm and learns one of life's greatest lessons along the way. Everyone have an identity, and how we present it to people and make them realise your worth is important when they challenge your integrity.
This treasure from the 1950s introduces the irrepressible Mrs Harris, part charlady, part fairy-godmother, whose adventures take her from her humble London roots to the heights of glamour. She returned to her roots and changed ger life for good instead of getting bullied for being nice to others
When she arrives at the House of Dior, Mrs Harris has little idea of how her life is about to be turned upside down and how many other lives she will transform forever. Always kind, always cheery and always winsome, the indomitable Mrs Harris takes Paris by storm and learns one of life's greatest lessons along the way. Everyone have an identity, and how we present it to people and make them realise your worth is important when they challenge your integrity.
This treasure from the 1950s introduces the irrepressible Mrs Harris, part charlady, part fairy-godmother, whose adventures take her from her humble London roots to the heights of glamour. She returned to her roots and changed ger life for good instead of getting bullied for being nice to others
gemtastic's review against another edition
5.0
A fantastic, short read (though I took my time to really enjoy it). Some things you'll see coming a mile away, but there are a few shocks too. I found myself smiling as I read (and tearing up too). I wanted to read this before seeing the movie, but now I want to seek out the other books in the series too.
hannahmadden's review against another edition
3.0
Pure! Sometimes life is about the friends we make along the way.
Wanted to read before watching the movie
Wanted to read before watching the movie
pandecanela's review
1.0
Ok, mirá, la cosa es así: es un buen libro? Si. Está bueno? Si. Es una tremenda pelotudez. Tipo, una increíble bldes de libro. Mis compañeras decían que les aburría porque "no pasaba nada". Y la verdad es que primero, si pasan cosas no sé qué onda estas pibas JAJAJ tipo entiendo lo que dicen pero.....Si, la historia es infinitamente básica y simple. Y ahí está la calidad de la escritura porque por más que es la historia más básica de la vida, igual es interesante y la prosa es muy, muy buena.
Pero.
Pero.
Pero.
El sexismo chabón. El fucking sexismo. Mirá, la verdad es que hasta se los iba a dejar pasar. Tipo eso de aclarar que las ganas de Mrs Harris de tener un vestido eran puras pelotudeces femeninas me rompió las pelotas, no te voy a mentir. Pero buen. Lo repetía cinco veces en dos párrafos y después me olvidaba. Seguíamos ok. El chabón que se enamora de la modelo porque le tiene ganas? No es original, me la banco. El chabón enojado porque cómo osa esta señora mayor mancillar el vestido que antes usó la chabona a la que tiene ganas? Ok si, ahí me re calenté JAJAJ pero ponele. La chabona diciendo que le gustaría dejar de conocer hombres más inteligentes que ella?......turbio. Ah no banca me olvidé de una, la chabona que pensaba "debería haber dedicado mi carrera a impulsar la de mi marido en vez de todos estas cosas que logré en mi propio rubro". Jodida esa también. Pero bueno, ponele.
La escena en la que la modelo prefiere quedarse a limpiar la casa de un extraño y piensa en que la única forma de ser una mujer de verdad es estar en la casa limpiando, y después se "enamora" de este chabón porque le conmueve lo fucking inútil que es y se muere de ganas de limpiarle la casa y tener sus hijos? Increíble, mágico, fantástico. Me cague de risa. 10/10 la verdad. La pieza de sexismo más ridícula que me encontré en mi vida, probablemente.
Ahora. El final. El fucking final. El final me dio ganas de quemar todo el fucking libro. Dejate de joder, forro. Ok, Pamela era vanidosa yvos la vida la castigó por osar mirarse al espejo. Genial. Completamente improbable pero,,,, tipo, posta, si me decías que se paró en el medio de la calle a ver su reflejo en un charco y la atropelló un camión quizás te la dejaba pasar pero,,,,, un fuego eléctrico porque frenó a mirarse al espejo??????????????????????????? En serio??????????????????????????? Tipo, esto es real?????????????? No, no es real, es ficticio porque vos sos el forro que eligió ser un forro. Anyway, Pamela, ponele.
Pero fucking Mrs. Harris chabón me estás jodiendo. De verdad te crees que me voy a creer esa pelotudez de que ella merecía ser castigada???????? Tan pelotuda te crees que soy???????????????????????????????? Nooooo, no chabón. La verdad que agarra tus pelotudeces sobre que necesitaba aprender el valor de la amistad y las experiencias y metételas en el bolsillo, pelotudo, porque no. No, y punto. Forro.
Pero.
Pero.
Pero.
El sexismo chabón. El fucking sexismo. Mirá, la verdad es que hasta se los iba a dejar pasar. Tipo eso de aclarar que las ganas de Mrs Harris de tener un vestido eran puras pelotudeces femeninas me rompió las pelotas, no te voy a mentir. Pero buen. Lo repetía cinco veces en dos párrafos y después me olvidaba. Seguíamos ok. El chabón que se enamora de la modelo porque le tiene ganas? No es original, me la banco. El chabón enojado porque cómo osa esta señora mayor mancillar el vestido que antes usó la chabona a la que tiene ganas? Ok si, ahí me re calenté JAJAJ pero ponele. La chabona diciendo que le gustaría dejar de conocer hombres más inteligentes que ella?......turbio. Ah no banca me olvidé de una, la chabona que pensaba "debería haber dedicado mi carrera a impulsar la de mi marido en vez de todos estas cosas que logré en mi propio rubro". Jodida esa también. Pero bueno, ponele.
La escena en la que la modelo prefiere quedarse a limpiar la casa de un extraño y piensa en que la única forma de ser una mujer de verdad es estar en la casa limpiando, y después se "enamora" de este chabón porque le conmueve lo fucking inútil que es y se muere de ganas de limpiarle la casa y tener sus hijos? Increíble, mágico, fantástico. Me cague de risa. 10/10 la verdad. La pieza de sexismo más ridícula que me encontré en mi vida, probablemente.
Ahora. El final. El fucking final. El final me dio ganas de quemar todo el fucking libro. Dejate de joder, forro. Ok, Pamela era vanidosa y
Pero fucking Mrs. Harris chabón me estás jodiendo. De verdad te crees que me voy a creer esa pelotudez de que ella merecía ser castigada???????? Tan pelotuda te crees que soy???????????????????????????????? Nooooo, no chabón. La verdad que agarra tus pelotudeces sobre que necesitaba aprender el valor de la amistad y las experiencias y metételas en el bolsillo, pelotudo, porque no. No, y punto. Forro.
jay_hobday's review
adventurous
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
lighthearted
reflective
relaxing
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? Yes
5.0
carlislerose17's review
adventurous
hopeful
lighthearted
fast-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? No
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
4.0
lilis_land's review
adventurous
emotional
funny
hopeful
inspiring
medium-paced
- Plot- or character-driven? A mix
- Strong character development? Yes
- Loveable characters? Yes
- Diverse cast of characters? N/A
- Flaws of characters a main focus? No
5.0
Flowers for Mrs Harris by Paul Gallico was an absolute gem; a new go-to comfort read!
You start your reading experience a bit confused by its little protagonist (an elderly cockney cleaning lady) and then, before you know it, just like the supporting characters, you fall in love with her endearing and caring ways.
I will say that Gallico pulls a fast one on us at the end that had my suddenly shooting up in my seat with utter distress but ultimately Mrs Harris warms your cockles.
A must read if you need a pick-me-up from what is in essence a gentle hug of a book.
You start your reading experience a bit confused by its little protagonist (an elderly cockney cleaning lady) and then, before you know it, just like the supporting characters, you fall in love with her endearing and caring ways.
I will say that Gallico pulls a fast one on us at the end that had my suddenly shooting up in my seat with utter distress but ultimately Mrs Harris warms your cockles.
A must read if you need a pick-me-up from what is in essence a gentle hug of a book.