So I’m poking around amazon.com as I do when I’m not watching America’s Next Top Model, and I come across what surely is the review of the year. Get a load of this:
Words almost fail me. KnitLit the Third is so good, I’m handing it around to people who don’t even care about knitting. This book has stories written about the extraordinary in the ordinary; an adopted child from China, a magical encounter with a ruffed grouse, a mother, a daughter, the loss of children, finding oneself. The KnitLit series started out with an excellent first two volumes, but the third in the series is by far the finest.
This is writing that makes you gasp as if you were pricked by a pin or struck by lightning. Yes, knitting is the thread that links the stories together but it’s a lot more than that. If you admire good essay writing, you have to read this.
Right on, Joanna Daneman! Now THAT’S what I call a review.
OK, so I have a piece in KnitLit the Third: “In Which It Is Discovered That I Am Not Ann Patchett.” It’s not about my magical encounter with a ruffed grouse. But it does shed light on one of the great mysteries of the universe.
And hellyeah, we kick KnitLit One and KnitLit Too‘s sorry behinds.
Remember, if you buy it from a yarn shop, you get three extra free days in heaven for good behavior. Angel Hair Yarn Co. and Threaded Bliss Yarns are good places to start.