Every so often, there are times when I am halfway through a book when I pause and ask myself, was the author's motivation to write a novel or to create something that she could sell as screenplay? The Friday Night Knitting Club is definately one of those books.
I liked the first half of the book, as characters were introduced and the knitting club was created. But then, things changed. All I could think was that Julia Roberts (likely the most famous of the knitting celebs) is going to buy the rights to this book and create a movie out of it. A movie with politically correct relationships...the right amount of tears...etc. It would be an opportunity for her to star once again with Denzel Washington and die on screen. The entertainment pubs would eat it up. I would boycott the film.
When I started the book, I thought I would enjoy the entire read. By the time I finished it, I thought it was pretty dumb.
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