The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs
My rating: 1 of 5 stars
At first I liked this book well enough, but as it went along it got more and more soap-opera-like. Trauma, conflict and what-will-I-do?-angst piled on our perky heroines and they banded together, all the while offering pithy comments about the value of the women in their lives. At some points impossible fairy-godmother-type events come along as well. For example, the knitting shop is in a small Manhattan building, and the landlord decides he won't charge rent for the store and they apartment above it because he wants to help. That's crazy! Overall: Bleh.