The book is well written and enjoyable. As a matter of fact,
it’s so enjoyable that my eleven year old started reading it (I had to stop him
because there is a little language
and a few topics I didn’t think he’s mature enough to handle. Not too bad, but
not appropriate for an eleven year old).
I think the most impressive thing about this book is that it
sounded like something I would write. It sounded like that Herron and I were
living the same life despite the fact that the demographics are
very different. It was like the thing we did have in common, knitting, canceled
out all our other differences and brought us to a common ground.
The author and I do have other things in common. She talks
about losing her mom and knitting a sweater for her. I lost my mom and I
crocheted an afghan for my mother before she died. Herron also wrote about writing fiction. I write fiction...not as much as I should (the last
chapter talks about Second Book Syndrome and I've got it bad right now. Urg!) And the
knitting...oh the knitting.
One truth that Herron presents in the book is that knitters,
for the most part, are kind. That we love to give. She also talked about the
sense of community that knitters have. As I read this section, I thought about
the knitting groups I'm in and I totally agree. I have made some great friends
over tea and stitches.
Despite that, the stories in the story show how knitting
impacts life. I found it interesting how Herron’s knitting impacted her life
much the way knitting impacts mine. I found myself connecting with her stories
and recognizing my own story in hers.
A good read. But get it on your e-reader so you can knit
while you read it.
1 comment:
Thank you! What a lovely, lovely review. (And I think our writing voices sound similar, too!)
thanks again,
Rachael
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