I don’t usually read knitting books.

I’ve never read a Yarn Harlot book (though I just bought a few for my Kindle, so I’ll get to them eventually). This time, though, I took some advice from Scalzi and started reading Sweater Quest: My Year of Knitting Dangerously. I’m a little more than halfway through, and so far I have to say that the author does a pretty good job of expressing both the comfort and the nuttiness that comes when you give yourself over to string and needles.  I’m not like her: I’d never commit to finish a Starmore.  I just… well, okay.  If I ever do decide to go that route, y’all can call me out on it.  But I just don’t think I have the stick-to-it-iveness to really push all the way through one.  I can see me tackling a Kaffe Fassett pattern before a Starmore, and even that’s not particularly likely.

At any rate – so far the book is pretty good.  As a knitter, I totally understand where she’s coming from, yet it doesn’t have the treacley “we’re connected to the earth and generations before us” bullshit that I always fear in these kinds of books.  We’ll see if I still like it when I’m finished reading.