I finished this the other day,and I adored it. I was also really glad that I waited until after I finished my book of essays to read it, because she writes about Jo Sharp Yarn and knittingsimilarly to theway I do, except, um, she does it better. Way better. I think I would have had a crisis of confidence had I read the book before I was done with mine. In much the same way that I try not to read knitting fiction (excluding Barbara Bretton, because I can’t get enough of her work) — I don’t want it to influence my writing, even unconsciously. After I’m done with this third novel, I’m going on a TEAR of knit-lit. Can’t wait.
