Knitting, Pre-Owned Hardcover 0618499261 9780618499267 Anne Bartlett

• Format: Hardcover
• Author: Anne Bartlett
• ISBN10: 0618499261
• ISBN13: 9780618499267

'.each stitch along the way seems unremarkable, but the finished product has a subtle beauty.|Bartlett has created an enthralling story about the healing power of friendship, enriched by knitting details. Library Journal .a brief, sweetly winning tale. a spirited feminist take sure to find favor with womens book groups. Kirkus Reviews 'There is alot in this book for anyone who ponders the big questions of life: the nature of friendship, the need for meaningful work, the comfort of sharing grief.' Bookpage '.each stitch along the way seems unremarkable, but the finished product has a subtle beauty.' The Washington Post|'Spinning, weaving, knitting, all part of the long tradition of womens work, skills that had survived even the efficiency of the industrial revolution. Why did people still do it?' Its been ten months since Jack died. For his widow, Sandra, a tightly wound teacher who thinks long and hard about such questions, the months have tested her belief that she can continue her ordered life without Jack. She feels as though shes covered in ice-cold glass and will never be warm again. Knitting is the story of what happens when Sandra meets a woman who is her polar opposite on a sidewalk when they both stop to help a man in distress. While Sandras grief has constrained her spirit, Martha - who lost her husband years before - appears to wear her grief lightly. Sandras talent for the domestic arts lies in studying them; Martha is a brilliantly gifted knitter, a self-educated artist. When Sandra persuades Martha to help her mount an exhibition of retro and contemporary knitting, the two womens lives tangle, with astonishing ramifications. What begins as a professional collaboration becomes something transformative and deeply personal. Anne Bartlett weaves a story that is seamless in its exploration of healing, grace, and the search for meaning, both within oneself and in the larger community. Readers will find much to admire in Sandras struggle to break out of her shell and much to wonder at in Marthas visionary spirit. Knitting marks the debut of a writer whose work puts her in the company of writers such as Carol Shields, Barbara Kingsolver, and Louise Erdrich.|August Ever since Jacks funeral Sandra had been covered in glass. Not glass from an accident, shattered bits of windshield or the hard razor-cut edges of a plate glass window. Nothing like that. Sandra was covered in a thick layer of elastic glass that stretched over her body like another skin, holding her in and keeping everybody else out. It moved with her wherever she went, invisible under her clothes, into the shower, into bed, into the sun, and kept her cold as ice. Friends knocked on it. She could hear them, but the glass was over her eyes, too, so that everything she saw was far away, even though she knew she could reach out and touch. She was covered in ice-cold glass and would never be warm again. So when Sandra saw the gaudy envelope in the mailbox, her heart sank. She knew what it was-her invitation to the annual dinner she and a group of school friends had maintained for over thirty years. She would have to go, of course; she couldnt not go, but she dreaded it all the same. Another item on the list called First Meetings Post Jack. More hugging and caring and how-are-you-getting-on to negotiate. The first widow among them, an object of compassion, confrontation, and curiosity. How do you think shes dealing with it? Not too badly. Immersed herself in work. And what she couldnt tell them, hadnt told anyone, was that her days were as dry-eyed as a desert. She didnt know how to weep. She reluctantly tore open the envelope and propped the invitation on the mantelpiece. Over the years they had tried a vast range of restaurants. This on...

"...each stitch along the way seems unremarkable, but the finished product has a subtle beauty.|Bartlett has created an enthralling story about the healing power of friendship, enriched by knitting details. Library Journal ...a brief, sweetly winning tale... a spirited feminist take sure to find favor with women's book groups. Kirkus Reviews "There is alot in this book for anyone who ponders the big questions of life: the nature of friendship, the need for meaningful work, the comfort of sharing grief." Bookpage "...each stitch along the way seems unremarkable, but the finished product has a subtle beauty." The Washington Post|"Spinning, weaving, knitting, all part of the long tradition of womens work, skills that had survived even the efficiency of the industrial revolution. Why did people still do it?" Its been ten months since Jack died. For his widow, Sandra, a tightly wound teacher who thinks long and hard about such questions, the months have tested her belief that she can continue her ordered life without Jack. She feels as though shes covered in ice-cold glass and will never be warm again. Knitting is the story of what happens when Sandra meets a woman who is her polar opposite on a sidewalk when they both stop to help a man in distress. While Sandras grief has constrained her spirit, Martha -- who lost her husband years before -- appears to wear her grief lightly. Sandras talent for the domestic arts lies in studying them; Martha is a brilliantly gifted knitter, a self-educated artist. When Sandra persuades Martha to help her mount an exhibition of retro and contemporary knitting, the two womens lives tangle, with astonishing ramifications. What begins as a professional collaboration becomes something transformative and deeply personal. Anne Bartlett weaves a story that is seamless in its exploration of healing, grace, and the search for meaning, both within oneself and in the larger community. Readers will find much to admire in Sandras struggle to break out of her shell and much to wonder at in Marthas visionary spirit. Knitting marks the debut of a writer whose work puts her in the company of writers such as Carol Shields, Barbara Kingsolver, and Louise Erdrich.|August Ever since Jacks funeral Sandra had been covered in glass. Not glass from an accident, shattered bits of windshield or the hard razor-cut edges of a plate glass window. Nothing like that. Sandra was covered in a thick layer of elastic glass that stretched over her body like another skin, holding her in and keeping everybody else out. It moved with her wherever she went, invisible under her clothes, into the shower, into bed, into the sun, and kept her cold as ice. Friends knocked on it. She could hear them, but the glass was over her eyes, too, so that everything she saw was far away, even though she knew she could reach out and touch. She was covered in ice-cold glass and would never be warm again. So when Sandra saw the gaudy envelope in the mailbox, her heart sank. She knew what it was-her invitation to the annual dinner she and a group of school friends had maintained for over thirty years. She would have to go, of course; she couldnt not go, but she dreaded it all the same. Another item on the list called First Meetings Post Jack. More hugging and caring and how-are-you-getting-on to negotiate. The first widow among them, an object of compassion, confrontation, and curiosity. How do you think shes dealing with it? Not too badly. Immersed herself in work. And what she couldnt tell them, hadnt told anyone, was that her days were as dry-eyed as a desert. She didnt know how to weep. She reluctantly tore open the envelope and propped the invitation on the mantelpiece. Over the years they had tried a vast range of restaurants. This one would require a new ...