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Knit two / Kate Jacobs.

By: Material type: TextTextSeries: Jacobs, Kate ; 02. | Friday night knitting club ; Friday night knitting club ; 2. | The Friday night knitting club ; 2.Publication details: London : Hodder & Stoughton, 2009.Description: 320 pages ; 24 cmContent type:
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Knit Two returns to the Manhattan knitting store, Walker and Daughter, five years after the death of the store's owner, Georgia Walker. Georgia's daughter Dakota is now an eighteen-year-old freshman at NYU, running the knitting store part-time with the help of the members of the Friday Night Knitting Club. Drawn together by their love for Dakota and the sense of family the club provides, each knitter is struggling with new challenges: for Catherine, finding love after divorce; for Darwin, newborn twins; for Lucie, being both a single mom and caregiver for her elderly mother, and for seventy-something Anita, marriage to her sweetheart Marty over the objections of her grown children
Subject: It is five years since the members of the Friday Night Knitting Club bonded during divorce, job loss, romance, birth and death. But the knitting store on Manhatten's Upper West Side is still going strong. Drawn together by the sense of family the club provides, each knitter is struggling with new challenges.
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KNIT TWO returns to the Manhattan knitting store, 'Walker & Daughter', five years after the death of the store's owner, Georgia Walker. Georgia's daughter Dakota is now an eighteen-year-old freshman at NYU, running the knitting store part-time with the help of the members of the Friday Night Knitting Club. Drawn together by their love for Dakota and the sense of family the club provides, each knitter is struggling with new challenges: for Catherine, finding love after divorce, for Darwin, newborn twins, for Lucie, being both a single mom and caregiver for her elderly mother, and for seventysomething Anita, marriage to her sweetheart Marty over the objections of her grown children.

As Kate Jacobs returns to the world of 'Walker & Daughter', she's once again keyed into many of the stresses and joys of being a mother, wife, daughter and friend. Every woman who picks up this book will see themselves in its characters - the very thing that made The Friday Night Knitting Club such a huge word-of-mouth success. A true love letter to the power of women's friendships, and, of course, knitting, KNIT TWO is entertainment with a heart.

Knit Two returns to the Manhattan knitting store, Walker and Daughter, five years after the death of the store's owner, Georgia Walker. Georgia's daughter Dakota is now an eighteen-year-old freshman at NYU, running the knitting store part-time with the help of the members of the Friday Night Knitting Club. Drawn together by their love for Dakota and the sense of family the club provides, each knitter is struggling with new challenges: for Catherine, finding love after divorce; for Darwin, newborn twins; for Lucie, being both a single mom and caregiver for her elderly mother, and for seventy-something Anita, marriage to her sweetheart Marty over the objections of her grown children

It is five years since the members of the Friday Night Knitting Club bonded during divorce, job loss, romance, birth and death. But the knitting store on Manhatten's Upper West Side is still going strong. Drawn together by the sense of family the club provides, each knitter is struggling with new challenges.

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Chapter 1 It was after hours at Walker and Daughter: Knitters, and Dakota stood in the center of the Manhattan yarn shop and wrestled with the cellophane tape. She had spent more than twenty minutes trying to surround a canvas Peg Perego double stroller in shimmery yellow wrapping paper, the cardboard roll repeatedly flopping out of the paper onto the floor of the shop and the seeming miles of gift wrap crinkling and tearing with each move. What a disaster! The simpler move would be to just tie a balloon on the thing, she thought, but Peri had been quite insistent that all the items be wrapped and ribboned. Gifts, smothered in bunny paper or decorated with cartoonish jungle animals, were piled in a mound atop the sturdy wooden table that was the focal point of the knitting store. The wall of yarn had been tidied so not one shelf--from the raspberry reds to the celery greens--was out of hue. Peri had also planned out a series of cringe-inducing guessing games (Guess how much the baby will weigh! Eat different baby food and try to determine the flavor! Estimate the size of the mother's stomach!) that would have caused her mother to shake her head. Georgia Walker had never been a fan of silly games. "It'll be fun," said Peri when Dakota protested. "We haven't had a Friday Night baby since Lucie had Ginger five years ago. Besides, who doesn't like baby showers? All those tiny little footie pajamas and those cute towels-with-animal-ears. I mean, it just gives you goose bumps. Don't you love it?" "Uh, no," said Dakota. "And double no. My friends and I are a little busy with college." Her hands rested on the waist of her deep indigo jeans as she watched Peri pretend not to fuss over the job she'd done. The stroller looked like a giant yellow banana. A wrinkled, torn banana. She sighed. Dakota was a striking young woman, with her creamy mocha skin and her mother's height and long, curly dark hair. But she retained an element of gangliness, gave the impression that she was not quite comfortable with the transformation of her figure. At eighteen, she was still growing into herself. "Thank God for that," replied Peri, discreetly trying to peel the tape off the yellow paper so she could redo the edges. Whether it was operating the store or designing the handbags in her side business, she approached everything with precision now. Working with Georgia had been the best training she could ever have received for running a business--two businesses, really. Her own handbag company, Peri Pocketbook, as well as Georgia's store. Still, Peri felt she had done a lot to keep things going since Georgia passed away, and now that she was pushing thirty, she was beginning to feel a desire to move. In what direction, she wasn't sure. But there would be no more Walker and Daughter without her. Of that she was certain. Sometimes it wasn't very satisfying to work so hard for something that essentially belonged to someone else. It was hers but not really hers at all. For one thing, Dakota had seemed less and less interested in the store during the last year or so, grumbling on the Saturdays when she came in to work, typically late and sometimes appearing to simply roll out of bed and throw on whatever clothes she could find. It was quite a change from her early teens when she seemed to relish her time at the shop. And yet there were brief moments when her world-weary attitude would disappear and Peri could see the whispers of the bright-eyed, wisecracking little kid who loved to bake and could spend hours knitting with her mother in the store's back office or the apartment they had shared one floor above the yarn shop. The shop was located on Seventy-seventh and Broadway, just above Marty's deli, amid boutiques and restaurants in Manhattan's Upper West Side. Only a few blocks from the green of Central Park, and the cool of the Hudson River in the opposite direction, it was a lovely part of the city. Oh, certainly there was lots of noise--honking taxis, the rumble of the subway underneath the streets, the sound of heels on the sidewalk and cell phone conversations swirling all around--but that was the type of commotion that had appealed to Georgia Walker when she moved in. She didn't mind the beeping of the Coke truck at 5 am bringing supplies to the deli on the street level. Not if it meant she got to live right inside the action, showing her daughter the world she had barely imagined herself when growing up on a farm in Pennsylvania. Of course, now Peri lived in the upstairs apartment that had been Georgia's and the back office was no more. The wall had recently been blown out to make a separate showcase for the handbags she designed and sold; each purse was individually displayed on a clear acrylic shelf mounted onto a wall painted a deep gray. The change to the store had come together after much discussion with Anita and with Dakota, and they'd consulted Dakota's father, James, too, of course, though mostly for his architectural expertise. But it made financial sense: Peri had turned Dakota's childhood bedroom in the apartment into an office so there was no need to tally up receipts in the shop anymore. Why waste the store's valuable real estate? And there had always been the understanding--with Georgia and with James and Anita after Georgia died--that her handbag business would have the chance to flourish. She had reminded them of that while purposefully avoiding the one ultimatum she knew everyone most feared: she would leave the store if she wasn't able to remodel. The concern hung in the air, and she saved voicing it unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, what would happen to the store if Peri left? Anita, who turned seventy-eight on her last birthday though she still looked just barely old enough to collect Social Security, certainly wouldn't be about to take over. Though she continued to arrive two days a week to help out and keep busy, as she said, Anita and Marty spent a lot of their time going on quick trips, by train or car, to wonderful country inns in New England and in Canada. Those two were on a perpetual vacation, and Peri was happy for them. Envious, a little bit. Definitely. Hopeful that she'd have the same thing someday. And if that legal department coworker her pal KC kept mentioning was half as cute as he'd been described, who knew what could happen? And then there was Dakota, who had nearly finished up her first year at NYU. It wasn't as though she could step in to run the store--or that she even seemed to want to do so anymore. Not everyone wants to go into the family business. Peri's decision to work at the yarn shop, and create her own designs, had not been popular within her own family. Her parents had wanted her to become a lawyer, and she'd dutifully taken her LSAT and earned a place at law school, only to turn it down and leave everyone guessing. Georgia hadn't been cowed by her mother, who flew in from Chicago to pressure Georgia into firing her, and Peri had never forgotten that fact. Even when difficulties arose over the shop, Peri reflected on how Georgia had helped her and she stuck it out. Still, the work of two businesses took up all of her days and many of her evenings, and the past five years seemed to have moved quickly. It was as though one day Peri woke up and realized she was almost thirty, still single, and not happy with the situation. It was hard to meet guys in New York, she thought. No, not guys. Men. Men like James Foster. Peri had had a mild crush on the man ever since he'd come back for Georgia, and he remained, for her, the very epitome of the successful, confident partner she longed for. Of course, James had only ever been interested in the store from the standpoint of keeping an eye on Georgia's legacy to Dakota. And Georgia's old friend Catherine was surrounded by crap up in the Hudson Valley, thought Peri, where she managed her antiques-and-wonderful-things-blah-blah-blah store. Besides, Catherine couldn't even knit. And she and Peri had never really connected; it was more as though they shared several mutual friends but hadn't quite managed, even after all this time, to get to know each other. Peri often felt judged whenever Catherine glided into the shop, soaking in everything with her perfectly made up smoky eyes, every blond hair in place. No, over the years the feeling had become more definite that either Peri would keep things going at Walker and Daughter or it would be time to close up the doors to the yarn shop. The desire to keep everything just as it once had been--to freeze time--remained very strong among the group of friends. So even as she advocated change, Peri felt guilty. It was almost overwhelming. Stemming from some natural fantasy they all shared but never discussed: that everything needed to be kept just so for Georgia. For what? To want to come back? To feel at home? Because making changes to Georgia's store, without her presence or consultation, would mean things were really final. Wouldn't it? That all the moments the members of the Friday Night Knitting Club and the family of Georgia Walker had experienced, the good and the bad, had truly happened. That Georgia's yarn shop was the place where an unlikely group of women became friends around the table in the center of the room. Where Anita, the elegant older woman who was Georgia's biggest supporter, learned to accept Catherine, Georgia's old high school friend, and cheered as Catherine rediscovered her own capacity for self-respect and left an empty and unfulfilling marriage. It was at Georgia's that dour and lonely graduate student Darwin found a true friend in director Lucie, who had embarked on first-time motherhood in her forties, and that Darwin realized just how much she wanted to sustain her marriage to her husband, Dan, after a brief night of infidelity. It was at Georgia's store that her employee Peri admitted she didn't want to go to law school, and at Georgia's store that her longtime friend KC confessed that she did. It was here that Georgia's former flame, James, had walked back into her life and the two discovered their love had never lost its spark. And it was at the store that Georgia and James's only child, Dakota, had once done her homework and shared her homemade muffins with her mother's friends and flaked out on the couch in her mother's office, waiting for the workday to be finished so the two of them could eat a simple supper and go on up to bed in the apartment upstairs. And if that all had happened, then it also meant that Georgia Walker had fallen ill with late-stage ovarian cancer and died unexpectedly from complications, leaving her group to manage on without her. For just over five years they'd all kept on just as they'd done--still meeting up for regular get-togethers even though KC never picked up a stick and Darwin's mistake-ridden sweater for her husband remained the most complex item she'd ever put together--and Peri had left everything mostly the same in the store. Year after year, she resisted her impulse to change the décor, to redesign the lavender bags with the Walker and Daughter logo, to muck out the back office with its faded couch or to update the old wooden table that anchored the room. She kept everything intact and ran the store with the energy and attention to detail Georgia had demonstrated, had turned a profit every quarter--always doing best in winter, of course--and furiously created her line of knitted and felted handbags with every spare moment. She even found the energy to branch out in new lines, new designs. Until, finally, she'd had enough working on her handbags late at night and never feeling rested. She put down her needles and jammed out an email in the middle of the night. She required a meeting, she'd written, had broached the remodel. It had been an impossible concept, of course, the idea of changing things. And it took a long while for Anita and Dakota to agree. Still, Peri stood firm, and ultimately the wall came down, some new paint went up, and even the always serviceable chairs around the center table were replaced with cushier, newly upholstered versions. The shop was revitalized: still cozy, but fresher and sleeker. As a surprise--and in an attempt to woo Dakota's emotional approval--Peri had asked Lucie to print an outtake from her documentary about the shop, the first film she had shown in the festival circuit, and had framed a photograph of Dakota and Georgia ringing up sales together, back when Dakota was only twelve and Georgia was robustly healthy. Appropriately, the picture hung behind the register, the Walker and Daughter logo next to it. "She would have liked that," Dakota said, nodding. "But I don't know about the changes to the store. Maybe we should put the wall back up." "Georgia believed in forging ahead," said Peri. "She tried new things with the shop. Think of the club, for example." "I dunno," said Dakota. "What if I forget what it used to be like? What if it all just fades away? Then what?" Tonight, for the first time, the entire group would see the updated store in its completed form. It was a pleasantly warm April night, and the Friday Night Knitting Club was getting together for its regular monthly meeting. Whereas once the women had gathered in Georgia's store every week, the combination of their busy careers and changing family situations made it more difficult to meet as often as they once did. And yet every meeting began with hugs and kisses and a launch, without preamble, into the serious dramas of their days. There was no pretense with these women anymore, no concern about how they looked or how they acted, just a sense of community that didn't change whether they saw each other once a week or once a year. It had been Georgia's final and most beautiful gift to each of them: the gift of true and unconditional sisterhood. But if time had not changed their feelings for one another, it had not spared the natural toll on their bodies and their careers and their love lives and their hair. Much had happened in the preceding five years. KC Silverman had made law review at Columbia, passed the bar with flying colors, and ended up back at Churchill Publishing--the very company that had laid her off from her editorial job five years ago--as part of in-house counsel. "Finally, I'm invaluable," she had told the group upon starting the job. "I know every side of the business." Her new salary was transformed, with some guidance from Peri, into a fabulous collection of suits. And her hair was longer than the pixie cut she'd had in the old days, shaped into a more lawyerly layered style. She'd experimented--for a millisecond--with letting her hair go its natural gray but she decided she was too young for that much seriousness at fifty-two and opted for a light brown. "If I had your gorgeous silver," she told Anita, "it would be a different story." Lucie Brennan's documentary circulating on the festival circuit had led to a gig directing a video for a musician who liked to knit at Walker and Daughter. When the song went to the Top Ten in Billboard , Lucie quickly transitioned from part-time producer for local cable to directing a steady stream of music videos, her little girl Ginger lip-synching by her side in footie pajamas. At forty-eight, she was busier and more successful than she ever imagined--and her apartment reflected the change. She no longer rented, but had purchased a high and sunny two-bedroom on the Upper West Side with a gorgeous camelback sofa that Lucie, still an occasional insomniac, would curl up on in the middle of the night. Only now, instead of knitting herself to sleep, she typically mapped out shots for the next day's shoot. And the tortoiseshell glasses she'd once worn every day had been joined by an array of frames and contacts for her blue eyes. Her hair, if left to its natural sandy brown, was quite ... salty. So she colored it just a few shades darker than little Ginger's strawberry blond, aiming for a russet shade. Darwin Chiu finished her dissertation, published her very first book (on the convergence of craft, the Internet, and the women's movement) based on her research at Walker and Daughter, and secured a teaching job at Hunter College while her husband, Dan Leung, found a spot at a local ER. They also found a small apartment on the East Side, close to the hospital and college, the living room walls lined with inexpensive bookshelves overflowing with papers and notes. Unlike other women, Darwin's hair was free of gray though she'd hit her thirties, and she still wore it long, without bangs, making her look almost as young as her women's studies students. Peri Gayle, striking with her deep brown eyes, mahogany skin, and meticulous cornrows that fell just past her shoulders, ran the store, of course. Anita Lowenstein settled into a happy arrangement with her friend Marty, although their decision not to marry came up now and again. "I'm living my life in reverse," she told the group. "Now that my mother can't do a damn thing about it, I'm rebelling against society's expectations." She'd been joking, of course. Moving in together was a simpler solution, quite frankly, in terms of estate planning and inheritance, and, as the movie stars say, neither she nor Marty needed a piece of paper to demonstrate their commitment. "We'll just call him my partner," corrected Anita when yet another of her friends tripped over how to describe her relationship. "It seems overreaching to call him my boyfriend at this age." They had, however, purchased a new apartment together and moved out of the garden apartment in Marty's Upper West Side brownstone, allowing Marty's niece to incorporate that level into her family home. Anita was seventy-eight, though she'd lie about it if anyone ever asked, and certainly appeared younger, with her layered, silvery hair and her well-cared-for hands. Thanks to Anita, Catherine truly appreciated the value of high SPF. Catherine Anderson's little business flourished north of the city in Cold Spring, though many days she continued to take the train, spending some days in the tidy, expensively furnished cottage she'd recently purchased and others in the San Remo apartment that Anita had shared with her late husband, Stan. It seemed that five years was about right for all that had happened to settle in, and for the urge to try something different to begin to swell. "Not much of a surprise if the presents are all out there," exclaimed KC at the entrance to Walker and Daughter as she wheeled in a red wagon filled with stuffed animals perched inside: a monkey, a giraffe, and two fluffy white teddy bears. Peri stopped trying to rewrap Dakota's gift for a moment to wave hello. "We should try to hide in the back office and then jump out and surprise her!" said KC, waving back even though she was mere steps away. "What do you say?" She and Peri were from different generations--KC was twenty-three years older than Peri--but they were, as the volume-impaired and talkative KC explained to anyone who cared and often to those who didn't, the very epitome of BFFs. "We help each other get ahead," KC explained when Dakota asked at one meeting why the two of them spent so much time together when, on the surface, they looked and acted so different from each other. "We gossip, we go to movies, she picks out my clothes, and I give her legal advice for her pocketbook business." Their shared devotion to career--and KC's years of experience--also kept up the connection. As proud as she was with her professional reinvention, KC had ultimately traded one workaholic lifestyle for another. Just as she'd put in long days at the office when she was an editor and followed it up with nights reading manuscripts, now she spent her evenings reading contracts on the sofa in the pre-war rent-stabilized apartment on the West Side that had been her parents' home. But while Peri kept up with a steady crowd of pals from the design courses she'd taken, KC's relationship with Peri filled a bit of the gap that had been left by Georgia, who had been a young assistant when KC met her. For a woman who would never describe herself as a nurturer, KC made it a practice to look out for others and to mentor them. And she had a deep fondness for Dakota, who seemed exasperated with her latest concept. "For one thing, no back office anymore," muttered Dakota, inclining her head toward KC and motioning her to take a look behind her. "So it wouldn't work." "And for two, we have a no-scaring-pregnant-women policy," added Anita, who was two steps behind KC and coming through the doorway. As she did every day, Anita wore an elegant pantsuit, and a selection of tasteful jewelry. The oldest and wealthiest member of the club, Anita was also--everyone would agree--the kindest and most thoughtful. In her arms Anita carried a giant hydrangea plant in blue; Marty carried a second one in pink. She nodded solemnly. "The renovations are excellent, my dear," she said, though Peri suspected her words were meant mainly to bolster Dakota's uncertainty since Anita had checked on the shop's progress repeatedly. "I'm here, I'm here," came a voice from the stairwell. It was Catherine, sweeping into the room with a bit of self-created fanfare and an armful of professionally wrapped presents in brightly colored paper and a large canvas bag filled with several bottles. "Hello, darlings," she said, blowing enough air kisses that everyone in the room got three each. "Hello, grumpy," Catherine said to Dakota, lightly wrapping an arm around her shoulders as they surveyed the room. "I was afraid I was late," said Catherine. "Is she here yet?" The store phone rang as Lucie called to say she wasn't able to get away from work and not to wait. Peri looked at her watch and let out a cry of concern. Quickly, KC pulled out a box of cupcakes from the bottom of the red wagon, and Catherine opened a magnum of chilled champagne without a pop. "When I think of the Friday Night Knitting Club, I always think of plastic glasses," said Catherine to Dakota. "It adds a certain je ne sais quoi." She winked at Dakota, managed to charm a shrug out of her young pal. The two had forged a big sister-little sister bond since Georgia had taken her in years ago and let Catherine bunk on Dakota's floor during her divorce; many times in the ensuing years since Georgia died, Catherine's cynicism and over-the-top drama had been the perfect antidote to Dakota's teenage moodiness. Anita remained Dakota's source for unconditional love; Catherine was good at keeping secrets and seemed willing to become her partner in crime, if only they could think up a scheme. "To Walker and Daughter," said Catherine, taking one sip and then another. "To the reno, to my favorite kid, and to the club." The rest of the women raised their glasses. Even though the vague unease about the remodel persisted, Peri could tell it was going to be a happy night. Anybody could see that. The gang was all here, together again; the volume was already deafening as everyone spoke at once, trying to cram a month's worth of news into a few minutes. She began to relax as she saw Dakota flop into one of the new chairs, throw her jeans-clad leg over the arm and bum a sip of champagne off Catherine, the two of them glancing to see if Anita had noticed. Tonight, the Friday Night Knitting Club would have made Georgia proud. They were holding a special meeting to throw a surprise baby shower for one Darwin Chiu, who was finally, after many long years of trying and hoping, expecting her first children. Darwin and Dan were having twins. Excerpted from Knit Two by Kate Jacobs All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.

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Library Journal Review

Jacobs's sequel delves into the lives of characters first introduced in the popular The Friday Night Knitting Club. Five years after Georgia has died of ovarian cancer, her daughter Dakota and various members of Georgia's knitting club still occasionally meet at her knit shop. On the surface, the story is about what has happened to these women who formed deep bonds of friendship while learning to knit. Yet it really investigates grief and how each of the characters learns to come to terms with the loss of Georgia. Readers might find some of the events a tad un-realistic and the individual plotlines for each character a touch predictable as they develop and intertwine. Still, the novel's humor and pathos manage to make the women and especially Dakota very real and enjoyable to know. Knitting is not completely forgotten, as readers are left with a sense of how the craft has calmed these souls as they journey through their individual stories of acceptance and personal growth. Fans of Debbie Macomber's Blossom Street series (The Shop on Blossom Street, A Good Yarn, Back on Blossom Street, and Twenty Wishes) will find much to enjoy here. Definitely a required purchase for all public libraries.-Margaret Hanes, Warren P.L., MI (c) Copyright 2010. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.

Publishers Weekly Review

Continuing the warm-and-fuzzy saga begun in her popular The Friday Night Knitting Club, Jacobs stitches together another winning tale of the New York City knitting circle, more a sisterhood than a hobby group (the irascible Darwin Chiu can't even really knit). In this installment-and it does feel like an installment-readers catch up five years after the unexpected, book-capping death of club leader (and knitting shop owner Georgia Walker. Georgia's 18-year-old Dakota is at NYU, discovering her first love, while her father James and Georgia's best friend Catherine are still coming to terms. The rest of the cast runs a wide gamut of ages and experience, but is easier to follow this time around, as Jacobs is more comfortable giving them more space and backstory. Pregnant, whip-smart professor Darwin and her husband, Dan, are welcoming twins; video director and single mom Lucie is coping with a hyperactive 5-year-old and a failing parent; Georgia's old mentor, the wise Anita, begins questioning her own motives; and everyone's stories cross paths in satisfying, organic ways. A trip to Italy provides some forward motion, and pays off in a charming denouementthat nevertheless pushes a familiar it's-the-journey-not-the-destination message; still, this sequel is as comforting, enveloping and warm as a well-crafted afghan. (Nov.) Copyright 2008 Reed Business Information.

Booklist Review

Jacobs' follow-up to the popular novel The Friday Night Knitting Club (2007) opens five years after Georgia Walker's tragic death from ovarian cancer. Her daughter, Dakota, is  now a freshman at NYU, and Georgia's former employee, Peri, is running Georgia's yarn shop, Walker and Daughter. The group Georgia formed, the Friday Night Knitting Club, lives on in her absence despite how different all of the members are. Seventy-eight-year-old Anita is planning her wedding to deli owner Marty, despite opposition from her children. Serious professor Darwin is dealing with first-time motherhood and is frustrated that her best friend, Lucie, isn't around to help. Lucie is trying to juggle her career as a producer with caring for her aging mother and difficult daughter. Georgia's best friend, Catherine, is reassessing her life and her failed relationships. Reading Jacobs' second knitting novel is as warming and cheering as visiting old friends. News of a forthcoming movie version of the first book will increase demand.--Huntley, Kristine Copyright 2008 Booklist

Kirkus Book Review

More-of-the-same sequel to The Friday Night Knitting Club (2007). A predictable array of personal issues and preoccupations once again dominate the pages as Jacobs returns to the scene of her bestselling debut. Manhattan's Walker Daughter yarn shop provides the central setting for a group of women to knit and empathize; only its original proprietor, Georgia, is missing, having died from cancer in the first novel. Georgia's biracial daughter Dakota is now 18, a student at New York University who is experiencing her first interest in a man. Peri, who took over the yarn business, worries that Dakota wants to supplant her (she doesn't). Peri's best friend KC has a high-powered job, but feels perimenopausal and anxious. Surrogate grandmother to Dakota, 78-year-old widow Anita, is finally marrying her lover. Georgia's best friend Catherine feels the need for a family rather than more lovers. Lucie and Darwin are preoccupied with their mothering skills. Dilemmas concerning work, love, siblings, parenting and children are parceled out in various combinations to each character in an efficient but uninventive narrative that opens with a welter of links and recaps, continues minus any central focus and ends with most problems neatly solved. Devotees of the formulaic original will likely enjoy this update, but new readers may balk at the banal observations, easy resolutions and group hugs. Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.

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