The Friday Night Knitting Club
Several years back I took up knitting. I have a habit of picking up a craft, becoming somewhat proficient with it, and then never doing it again. I swore up and down I wouldn’t do that with knitting but sure enough, it’s been over a year since I’ve held the needles. That doesn’t diminish my respect for the craft or my fondness for fondling a nice yarn and daydreaming about what it could be turned into. So the backdrop of this book, a yarn store started by a single mother and expert knitter, felt cozy and natural.
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Daughter of the Blood
Daughter of the Blood is the first book of a trilogy, and I have no intention of running out to find the next two any time soon. It is a member of my least favorite genre: Fantasy As Fetish. It postulates a world where men are submissive to women by nature, where the villains are those who defy the natural order or women who abuse their position over men.
I have discovered that visiting the library with a 7 month old is an adventure. The aisles are wide enough for a stroller, but not wide enough for someone else to navigate past it, so I leave it in the car. Putting her in the mei tai keeps her on me but makes it easy for her to grab whatever I am grabbing, or everything else. Holding her on one hip gives me better control over her position, but is harder on the back and leads to shorter library trips.
