Chris and I had our exchanged last night and one of the gifts he gave me was a book called The Friday Night Knitting Club. Since I had nothing to do with my hands on the plane, I read about half of it. I'm not sure how I feel about it. It's like they tried too hard to make it about knitting. I don't know. The characters are ok, but I feel no real connection to any of them, sans one or two. But even then, I wouldn't be heartbroken if anything happened to them, and I really could care less about the main character. Lame. Fiction revolving around knitting is an interesting subject to me.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, so I just googled the book to read some reviews and not only was it a New York Times best seller, but they're also making it into a movie with Julia Roberts as the protagonist. The one I don't care about. Hmm. It's sort of ironic because in the book there's a sort of weird film student who keeps staking out the yarn store where the book takes place to see if Julia Roberts goes in.
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