Dixie Browning, (or how Valancy blatantly, unrepentantly over-used brackets in this post…)


It’s been a little while since I posted…IRL has been NUTS – and I’ve missed posting and commenting and friendly-stalking pretty blogs (or is that something only I do…?)

BUT I have hauled myself back up to BlueCastle for some much needed downtime and refused to come back down for anything.*

*except maybe large buckets of peanut M&Ms – what can I say? I am weak of willpower…

Submersing myself in enough books to fill a bathtub, I trawled my way through victorian melodrama, super serious vampire ‘literary’ fiction (totally a thing apparently) fairytale rewrites and gritty paranormal crime mysteries.

Nothing really took; but, just when I thought perhaps I would need to resort to drastic recharging measures (like watching movies – gasp!), Someone, posted a review of a Dixie Browning novel.

It sounded interesting and light, and so I went a-looking. My TBR had two… which although useful, wasn’t really enough to gain a solid overall picture of Dixie Browning. (I like at least five…) Being flat broke this week, I resorted to places of procurement who give with a generous heart. Alas my local library, she was absent of Browning. Salvation, however took the form of openlibrary.org. Even niftier was the lack of walking I had to endure; (from my lounge room to the laptop).

What I found was a GOLDMINE (although not the reviewed book) but 40 other ebooks by Browning.

So I borrowed five, just to see how I felt about them.

And then I borrowed another five.

And then I borrowed another four and put my name on the list for another seven.

And now I have a Browning hangover. 


But oh, it was worth it.

I hadn’t read Dixie Browning before, and considering the 84 (!) titles to her credit, it makes me a little concerned for the mossy rock I have clearly been living under. Her most recents were published mid-2000s with her earliest scraping in around 1980. There is a high probability, my lack of interest was completely due to the HORRENDOUSLY terrible covers that seems to inflict most of her novels.

Now I am pretty cover tolerant, especially of vintage romance novels – but people – these reach a whole new level of nope. And those TITLES: Gus and the Nice Lady? The Love Thing? (I mean really, what exactly are they referring to here???)

I show:

The moustache on the first one kills me…and the eye patch!! The cable knit sweater; the denim; the BEARDS! 

Thankfully, I started reading one before noticing the cover (an added bonus of e-books perhaps?) and became completely engrossed with the utterly lovely, superficial and deliciously romantic world Browning creates. It was like being sucked in a candy-floss vacuum that had made a book-baby with a Meg Ryan movie. Completely unrealistic, completely improbable, but oh-so delightful.

I’ve read so many, but these are a few that were above the grade:

This one was almost my favourite.

Cindy Danbury is the Cinderella in the story, (although her name is short for Cynthia), the ill-used relative of a horrid Aunt and two equally difficult daughters, she drudges her way through life. Her clothes are second-hand, patched and ill-fitting and she spends her time running errands for her family.

Cindy’s secret ambition is to become a hat designer and she is desperately trying to squirrel away funds so she can move town. Hitch used to live next door, and only vaguely remembers her as an awkward and unattractive teen. Hitch comes back for one of the ugly sisters wedding, the best man for his best friend. He runs into Cindy and thus the Cinderella tale begins.

There is so much that could be terrible about this story – but it just isn’t. It’s adorable. Cindy spends the entire story in horrifying clothes, looking like something the cat dragged in, but Hitch starts to look past that, to see the real Cindy that manages to shine through. He thinks the idea of her becoming a hat designer is completely insane (particularly as they weren’t even in fashion at the time) but finds himself won over by her optimism.

‘Big, fancy hats. The romantic kind with lots of nice floppy flowers…One day, women would go back to wearing gorgeous, feminine, romantic hats, and when that happened, she would be ready’


“Hats? You want to become a hat designer? That’s the end you were talking about the other night?”

I am a hat designer. A good one, too,” she said proudly.

‘Honey, designing a product is just the first step. Actually going into production is something else. It takes connections and a lot of business savvy, not to mention a bundle of money.’ She licked a streak of mustard off her top lip. Distracted, he lost the thread of conversation.


What was so lovely about this, was the duel POV; Hitch gradually falling in love without realising it; the way he started to see the same things about Cindy, but in a different light.


‘Watching her…carefully replace the disposable flutes in the picnic basket, he knew what it was he really wanted, and it scared the hell out of him. He wanted to keep her.’

If you don’t read any other of Browning’s – please read this one.

This one was curious. It wasn’t amazingly coherent, but the characters were super interesting, even the secondary ones. Their names though: Cleo, Roane, Wint (!)

Cleo Lawrence goes to visit her Great Uncle Wint, meets Roane and sparks fly. He asked her to marry him (ostensibly to help him manage his estate and cook for him as his current help (Nol), is old, has no teeth and apparently no skill with a skillet. (TBH, though, I’m pretty sure Roane just wanted to marry her full stop.) Cleo of course is outraged and somehow ends up making a deal with him to find him a suitable wife instead. Yada yada, you know how it goes.

If you can follow the strange leaps and abrupt scene-changes, this is pretty funny. Cleo is no shrinking violet and gives as good as she gets, and there are some hilariously clever lines throughout.

Wint greeted her with the news that she was dining out…

‘He’ll be a-pickin’ you up in half an hour. Go gussy up and rake the straw out o’ yer hair. You sure you been tumblin’ around in them hills all by yourself?” The old man leered, and Cleo made a rude remark about billy goats and dirty old men before stalking off to her eight-by-ten-foot bedroom.


In the cramped living room, her eyes met Roane’s across the battered card table. “Now feed her up good, Roane,” Wint ordered. “You know women—the skinnier they be, the meaner they be.”

“I won’t bring her back until I’ve sweetened her up for you, Wint,” Roane agreed solemnly, and Cleo shook her head in exasperation at the pair of them. How far did a woman have to travel to get away from patronizing men?


“I always did like the feel of velvet,” he murmured, ushering her into another of the square, stark rooms that seemed to abound in this square, stark house. “What color would you call that blouse of yours?”

“Green,” she said flatly. One corner of his mobile mouth twitched as he seated her at the scarred oval table.

“I thought I recognized it.”


Although Roane always seems to be smiling indulgently, whilst being laconically lazy and knowing, it is totally worth reading for Wint and Nol – they are excellent characters. Also, Cleo is in management at a large knitting mill, and creates designs herself, so she wins additional points for having an original job with no links to cupcake making, interior decorating or wedding planning.

This one was in a neck and neck with Cinderella’s Midnight Kiss, and I am still not sure who won. It’s so sweet.

JeanAnn (Jay) is an artist, her husband died (although he was a bit of a shit before that) and she is struggling to pay off the enormous Queen Anne style house, via short term renting rooms.

Her tenant is Thad. (I am scared to pronounce that one out loud) He is an archeologist, but also a spy. (Totally not a spoiler, btw). He is rude, abrupt, divorced and injured (it was like the story-plot jackpot!). He just wants to rent a room and be left alone….

Jay’s friends place a personal ad in the classifieds as a surprise birthday present. Jay ends up on a number of blind dates, all the while she and Thad are (reluctantly) connecting over phone issues, broken ladders, injuries and scrambled eggs.

You can see it coming a mile away, but they are both lovely, I couldn’t help but be enchanted by them.

Le sigh…

Interesting things I did notice (possibly because I read 14 in a row), were the similarities and idiosyncrasies that cropped up in almost every novel.

  • Heroines are widowed or recently dumped/ divorced
  • Heroes and heroines have physical irregularities (i.e, Hero was missing an eye, another had been injured by shrapnel, a heroine had a hip issue that also caused her to limp.(11 of the 14)
  • Heroes are often prematurely grey, and/or mature (38-45), having been divorced by a heartless or uncaring female in their early 20s (9 of 14)
  • Browning seems to have a thing for chipped incisor teeth and overlapping teeth, because in FIVE separate books the hero or heroine had one.
  • Her love scenes are hilarious, in the sense that they are all almost exactly the same – there is a formula and clearly Browning stuck with it. I got confused at one point and thought I accidentally flicked back into another story, but no, it was just two different characters doing EXACTLY the same bench-pressing as previous ones.
  • Heroines are always having their apartment buildings being made into condos or sold out from under them, leaving them homeless (6 of 14)
  • Browning seems to pick a particular smell mixture of a person and then refer to it in EXACTLY the same way throughout the book – which isn’t strange as such – but the scents she picks? They be a wee odd: corn tassels, soap and shampoo was one and for the life of me, I just can’t get that mixture. (14 of 14)
  • Heroines injure themselves at least once in each novel and require assistance from the hero; a favourite (5 of 14) was heroine tripping over, falling on pavement and skinning up knees and hands, thus requiring first aid, bandages and possibly the removal of their pants… As a point of difference, one almost drowned, but towards the end I started feeling like intro-porn music should be inserted at these points: bow-chicca-bow-booow…

Also: NOT a single blurb matched the actual plot of the novel, which makes me think:

highly plausible no?

But, none of that diminishes the books. Possibly they just found me at the right time, but I think there is a place in all romance reader shelves for light and fluffy books that harbour occasionally surprising hints of depth.

It was the first time he had actually dealt one-on-one with any child since Johnny. And while he would never have deliberately sought out a kid for that purpose, he thought he had handled it pretty well. He hadn’t cried. He hadn’t hated them both for not being Johnny. Instead he had let each one of them sit on a machine while he answered their questions, and then driven them home, all without falling apart.

He was mending. He would never get over the loss of his own son, but that didn’t mean he had to go through life avoiding any kid under the age of twelve, the way he had done for the first few years.

I’m not even telling you which one that came from…you’ll just have to read them all and find out for your self  (maniacal laugh)

I am listing a slight caveat: if you borrow them from OpenLibrary, they have mostly been sourced from Archive.org, which has lamentable OCR/text recognition. At times it felt more like deciphering a code, than reading a book:

‘Well, it’s her own rut. She made it. She obviously hkes it,” said Oara, who proceeded to sum up the case. *’Look, Jay’s going to be thirty-seven years old next TXiesday.’

But they usually even out towards the middle – and they are free. So, Beggars, choosers, and what not…

Incidentally – I think this also covers my TBR March Challenge: Recommended Read, if not in actual fact, then at least in SPIRIT…from a retro review/recommendation by no less personage than the great and munificent TBR monocrat: Wendy The Super Librarian.


Here’s the stone with which I have efficiently dispatched those two birds


Valancy: feeling oh-so-self-righteous, and slightly queasy…those peanut M&Ms y’all…


Header Image: Delicious Solitude (1909). Frank Bramley (British, 1857–1915). Oil on canvas.

24 thoughts on “Dixie Browning, (or how Valancy blatantly, unrepentantly over-used brackets in this post…)

    1. lol! the inherent dangers of reading bookish things at work! 😉

      Definitely check out OpenLibrary – when I saw that there was over 250 000 ebooks for borrowing – I was like ‘fetch me my fainting lounge!’
      Also, there are simply scads of vintage romances on there…bless all those tiny little internet worker bees that have such EXCELLENT taste! 🙂


    1. lol! I did!! I think that’s why they appealed to me so much…they were like a substitute faux-Neels… Feels? Fetty? At any rate, I am going to keep picking them up when I come across them. They will definitely do in a Neel-less pinch. 😉

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  1. This post makes me so happy! Why?
    1) Someone actually reads my Retro Reviews
    2) Someone read 14 BOOKS (!!) because of my Retro Review
    3) Someone actually reads my Retro Reviews

    And I love it when the “right book finds you at the right time” thing happens. It’s almost magical.

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    1. I so didn’t intend to either (read that many I mean)- but they were kind of like Pringles…once I popped, I couldn’t stop!
      I think I spend my life chasing the right book at the right time…and it happens so rarely! But just when it all starts to feel like searching for unicorn tears – BAMM – one finds you! So thank you for the review that started it 🙂


  2. Oh my god, I would NEVER read these books based on those covers and those titles! But thank god, there’s you for advocating them! And thankfully Cinderella’s Midnight Kiss is available in e-book form on Amazon for a reasonable enough price! (I shall check on openlibrary too) I HAVE to give a heroine who dreams of being a hat designer a chance! I don’t think I’ve come across a more mad-capped profession before! (ha! that pun was NOT made deliberately!)

    Thad?! Gotta love that! 😀 😀 WHAT?! he’s an archeologist AND a spy?! Does he go spying in the remains? Sorry! Sorry!

    Oh you lovely, lovely being! I’m so glad you read through 14 of them! Else we wouldn’t have the post we have!

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    1. Aren’t they HORRENDOUS?? Poor things, I suppose they can’t help it, but gracious (!)

      I really liked that Browning did pick unusual jobs for her some of her heroines; its such a refreshing change.
      (LOL! on the puns btw – I choked on my tea when I read it this afternoon 😛 😀 )
      And 14 — yeah – I actually didn’t realise I had read that many until I started going back through them — they’re a little addictive! Also, one I didn’t mention, but I liked was Social Graces… That one IS on OpenLibrary; They are just so lovely – and I don’t think they’re really appreciated cos of their covers…they need a revamp and republish – Like they did with Betty Neels (whom I also love, and these reminded me of!)


  3. I got quite excited when I read your review cos in recent times I have come across a box or two of vintage romance books in the local op shop – not all good ones, I have to say, and I only found a few authors that I knew. However, I am now armed with a new name and who knows what I might turn up! Thanks!!


    1. So glad to help out! Btw – boxes of 2nd hand books are SUCH a gold mine – you never know what you are going to find – I AM always on the look out. 😉


    1. Wouldn’t that be super cool?? I am always astounded by how utterly terrible the vintage covers and titles are…I can’t believe real live people in publishing looked at them and went ‘yes, this is a) what women want; and b) will TOTALLY sell loads of books(!)’ It seems insane!



  4. I LOVE this post sooo much! Openlibrary is my mistress (@azteclady thanks for the plug), those OCR madness (I stick with pdf for that reason), those atrocious covers giving me heart palpitations, this epic binge. I adore it all.


    1. Thank you so much! I LOVE Openlibrary – I will shamelessly proselytise it where ever I am… despite the side eyes from the other train-commuters… It’s what e-libraries should all be like (sans terrible typos) And I am so glad I found your blog! (thank you @azteclady!) 🙂

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  5. I enjoyed Cinderella’s Midnight Kiss right till I reached the last chapter when I proceeded to turn the book upside down and shake it inside out, to check if Dixie Browning had tucked in any secret pages somewhere! it felt too abrupt an ending to me! So I shall have to write some more words in my head to bridge the penultimate and the ultimate chapters!

    Also, I ABHOR openlibrary. I tried the app, did both versions of the books, and it’s enough of a pain for me to forgo reading the book entirely. Also, that app is the worst app I HAVE EVER used. WHY CAN’T OPEN LIBRARY BUILD ITS OWN DAMN APP! Yep, it was that traumatic an experience. 😛

    ok, bai!


    1. I had to go back for a quick reread – and you are right – it does end quick – I think cos it was a category (and because the BIG-MIS come so late in the book) Browning had to scramble to get them the HEA at the end — if you write extra pages – plse send them to me! It definitely needs SOMETHING! LOL

      I think what I really liked was the whole FEEL of the book. It was simple and sweet and Cindy was so lovely – The impression it left with me, over-rode the abruptness of the ending and some of the minor outlandishness of plot…

      RE OpenLibrary: I am SO sorry you had such a terrible time with it (and its true – it is probably THE WORST of all apps out there for reading….)
      I tend to only use it for books I can’t find ANYWHERE else — Maybe we can petition them???!



      1. I did enjoy Cindy’s character. And Mitch too. Just that the ending left me grumptitous!

        Oh, and I can definitely understand how the reading itself can help you become oblivious to everything else! That’s pretty cool! Just that for some reason that’s not happening for me! Which makes me say–PETITION IT IS! 😛

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