Ever since I started knitting, I have become interested in fiction that has knitting as the theme. There are actually quite a few out there.
As I was reading Knitting: A Novel, I came upon a passage that that was so beautifully written, I wished I could be right there, in that room. Here's what it says:
"They turned into a spare room that smelled like mothballs. It was like walking into a wool shop. Along one wall was a low honeycomb of triangular shelving, each one jeweled with balls of richly colored wool: rose, amethyst, amber, jade, sapphire, opal, emerald, jet. Sandra couldn't help feeling she'd walked into some kind of adult playground. In one corner was a huge bag of orange yarn, the same color as the horse, and next to it a large basket of un-spun fleece and a spinning wheel. Silver cylinders- were they really jam tins?- bristled with knitting needles, and glass-topped pins were stuck in the back of a hand-knitted hedgehog."
See what I mean? Perhaps you have to be someone who works with yarn to fully appreciate the descriptions in this passage. It sounded as though the character had her own yarn store in one room of her home.
I liked this book, not only for the knitting work that is interspersed throughout its pages, but for the complex relationship of its two main characters, Sandra and Martha. These two women meet under unusual circumstances, and although they share a common experience, it is Martha's passion and talent for knitting that ultimately draws the two into an unlikely friendship.
Even if you are not a knitter, I would recommend reading this one. It might even convince you to take a knitting class.
Come visit Antonette at her other homes, Mama Writing So I Don't Go Crazy and Books In Every Room. She can be found there when not here at BD. She welcomes your comments and suggestions!
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