I should have been warned by the USA Today review on the cover: "Like Steel Magnolias set in Manhattan." I also should have read this book before May of 2009 when my mom was diagnosed with Cancer.
Mom had given it to me to read when I first started knitting, but I was finishing school, then she got diagnosed, and where did the time go?
The day mom died I was in Moscow. A dear friend went out and got me two books knowing A.) I would want an occasional distraction and B.) I like to read.
Friday Night Knitting Club stuck out because Mom had recommended it. Reading time waned just before our wedding but has since picked up, as I now have an hour long lunch break.
Initially I thought the book started out slow but I then warmed up to it and the group in the store. I could relate relationships the characters had to many relationships in my life. (Knitting AND quilting groups.)
I was really starting to get into this book. Things were really happening, looking up, being fun. Then there was a twist.
The main character, the mom, the teacher, was diagnosed with cancer.
Ill be honest. I've been trying to avoid cancer themed stories like the plague. They keep finding me. First "The Last Song" and now this.
So there I am sitting in Jamba Jiuice, blubbering, weirding the poor sales guy out, cursing this book....well....more threatening it, even willing it to turn out better.
That blasted author. It didn't get better. It hit too close to home. It struck a nerve.
The line that really got me on Page 358:
It had in its own way, all worked out.. Except that Georgia wasn't there."
My life is really working out, but my mom isn't here. Its starting to hit me that she wont be there this weekend for our Fresno reception. Its going to be different. Life is going to be different.