Stanley is portrayed as bit of a slut in previous stories, and Johnny's dramatic dark past seemed eye roll worthy. You won't regret it.Īs much as I love Amy Lane's stuff, I had low expectations for this one. The story is wonderful and just keeps making me think hard about taking a knitting class. As he said he became \"emotionally mature\".
But, Stanley became more during the course of the book. Having had glimpses of him in the other books I wasn't real impressed with what I considered to be an aging, narcissistic, self-involved queen. Secondly, I wasn't prepared to love Stanley as much as I did. You fall in love with these people and when the book is done you still want to know \"what happens next\"? So, here the author gave us more of the rest of the \"family\". First off, the author has continued to have the other characters in the area appear in and out of the successive books and, frankly, I LOVE THAT! It feels like family. This 4th book in the Knitting Series was more than what I thought it would be. I'm starting to wonder whether its possible for Amy Lane to write anything that is less than 4 out of 5 stars.
When Johnny’s dark past comes back to haunt them, Stanley realizes how much he loves his cushy life in the yarn store-but he’ll give it all up to keep the man who makes his ordinary life extraordinary. Johnny is like no one Stanley has ever met: he doesn’t believe in quickies in the bathroom and has a soft spot for theater and opera. Just when he does, Johnny, the store’s new delivery boy, walks in. Stitch by stitch, he knits his life into something meaningful. Then Stanley does a peculiar thing: he starts to live the life he fell into. He needs to reevaluate whether working as a floor designer for a series of craft stores is really where he wants to be. The closest thing he’s had to a relationship breaks things off to date a “nice boy,” and none of the pretty young things in Boulder’s limited gay scene do it for Stanley. Stanley’s life took a left turn at a knitting shop and hit a dead end.
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