I have been crocheting off and on for more than a year now and I love it. Lately, though, I have been obsessed with everything knitting. I've been listening to knitting podcasts at work, trying to teach myself to knit again, and even dreaming about yarn and stitches. So, when I was picking my next book to read it is no wonder I pulled "The Friday Night Knitting Club" from my shelves.It is basically your typical chick lit book but instead of focusing on a male/female relationship it centered on a diverse group of women in a knitting club...
Georgia - the owner of a yarn store in New York City (the setting for the majority of the book) and a single-mother of 13 year old Dakota
Anita - an older women who worked at the store and helped Georgia get back on her feet when she found herself newly single and pregnant
Peri - a college student who worked part-time at the store
Lucie - at 42 she decided she wanted a baby. One problem - she was single with no prospects. So she went to online dating sites and found herself a 'sperm donor'.
K.C. - Georgia's friend who left a career in publishing and pursued one in law instead. Her knitting projects ended like her marriages - "they sputtered more than they failed"
Darwin - a grad student in women's studies who was researching her dissertation. She didn't knit and and believed that women who wasted time on old-fashioned activities such as knitting would never realize their full professional potential.
I hate to admit it but I love chick flicks and chick lit (minus the happy endings, of course). I liked the story and the idea of this book but I just couldn't get over some of the writing. Ex: "It was her first kiss. And it was delicious, made her insides all gooshy and twisty and jingly-jangly." Seriously...how did her editor/proof reader/whoever reads books before they are published not see that and say "Are you sure about that?!!?"
On a positive note: I actually liked the ending.
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