I bought this book from a well known supermarket (why should I pay £7 for a book (at somewhere like WHSmith or Waterstones) that I’ll finish in a couple of days) about a week or so ago. I started reading it because I had been looking for “The Jane Austen Book Club” which I thought would be somewhere in the chart as the film of the book has just been released in the cinema (except they aren’t showing it in Bedford – I would have to go to MK to see it).
Anyhoo so I bought this book and started reading it.
A lady on Amazon called Gail Cooke writes this about it:
“A bit reminiscent of Ann Hood’s The Knitting Circle we are again introduced to a group of women who meet to knit and find that they’ve stitched strong bonds of friendship. What raises Jacobs’s debut novel above the average women-support-women tale is the author’s finely crafted prose and a sterling reading by Carrington MacDuffie.
A recording artist and spoken word performer, MacDffie vitalizes a disparate cast of characters from Georgia Walker, a single mom and owner of a yarn ship to daughter, Dakota, to Darwin Chiu, a militant feminist, to shop staffer Peri, to Anita, Georgia’s stalwart friend and helper, and more. Her narration ably reflects the different ages, backgrounds, and personalities involved.
The Friday Night Knitting Club is a cozy, warm read peopled with characters we’d like to know. It’s easy to lose oneself in the story and feel very much a part of the group, as we hear: “Without ever putting up one sign or announcing the creation of a knitting club, these women began regularly appearing in the evenings and, well, loitering. Chatting with each other, talking to Anita, gathering about the large round table in the center of the room, picking up where they had left things the week before. And then, one Friday last fall, it became official. Well, sort of.”
The book is lovely and is really sweet the ending is quite sad and so you definiately need the kleenex.