If you follow me on Instagram, you might already know that, in addition to reading, I like to knit. I don’t knit as much as I’d like to (mostly because nice yarn is expensive and also because I live in Southern California, which means I don’t really get to wear the things I knit), but I do really enjoy it. So, when I saw a new romance book that had to do with knitting, you bet I jumped all over that.
(All reviews are spoiler-free unless otherwise noted.)
I won’t say I had very high hopes for this book, but I was excited about a contemporary romance novel centered around knitting. The amount of time I’ve spent in yarn stores is a little ridiculous (I even used to work in one when I was in college), so I was familiar with the setting and I was ready for a warm, cozy read. You can probably see where this is going… disappointment. This book was… not great.
Predictability is just the nature of romance novels. You go in pretty much guaranteed a happily ever after at the end, so there is a little bit more pressure for the journey there to be good. And this one wasn’t. I honestly hate giving bad reviews (hello anxiety), but I didn’t like this book. And I knew I wasn’t going to like it two pages in. Because the writing was just… Cringe City. There are only so many romance clichés a girl can take!
I know this is a second-chance love story with characters who have known each other since they were children, but there was SO MUCH backstory. Like paragraphs upon paragraphs before the story even started. And by then, I was kind of bored. I honestly don’t remember too much about this book other than that I struggled. A lot. It’s pretty obvious where the story is going from page one, and if it wasn’t fun getting there, what’s the point?
I wanted to like this book so much! I mean, knitting, romance, diverse characters! Come on! But nope. It wasn’t even a fun distraction, which is honestly all I want from a romance novel. Maybe I would have liked it more had I not read some great adult romance novels, or if I was a little younger. Unfortunately, that’s not the case.
P.S. I have to say this because it’s been driving me absolutely insane: whatever that person is doing on the cover with yarn and needles IS NOT KNITTING! Okay, I’m done.
★★☆☆☆ – Two stars is probably a little generous for Real Men Knit, but I didn’t hate it. I just really didn’t like it. At all. I didn’t like the writing, and the characters and story weren’t enough to save this book. So consider this one and half stars.
This book was provided to me by NetGalley and the publisher. All opinions are my own.