Knitting Yarns: Writers on Knitting by Ann Hood
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
This one was a real disappointment. It’s a book of essays by authors who knit. Or at least, that’s how it was billed. It’s not. Most of the essays – in the first half which is all I read – are about why they don’t knit even though they learned how. I dislike books with profanity, and this one is sprinkled with it. I dislike reading gloom & doom. I like uplifting, edifying, hope-filled stories. I really don’t care about someone’s lesbianism being challenged by a knitting man with absolutely no point to the story. Or the story about someone whose nanny crocheted … in a book about knitters. Or pages filled with purple prose, the writerly attempt to thrown every word they know on the page. And if you’re in marriage counseling on your third husband and it doesn’t work out in the end, why tell the world? What was the point? There was a lot of “what was the point?” in this book.
Pegg Thomas 