Knitting is a man’s game.
After an incident regarding a crossing guard and a bottle of Martini & Rossi (and his bonehead friends), 17-year-old worrier Ben Fletcher must develop his sense of social alignment, take up a hobby, and do some community service to avoid any further probation.
He takes a knitting class (it was that or his father’s mechanic class) under the impression that it’s taught by the hot teacher all the boys like. Turns out, it’s not. Perfect.
Regardless, he sticks with it and comes to find that he’s a natural knitter, maybe even great. It even helps ease his anxiety and worrying. The only challenge now is to keep it hidden from his friends, his crush, and his soccer-obsessed father. What a tangled web Ben has weaved . . . or knitted.
Description taken from Goodreads.
BOYS DON’T KNIT (IN PUBLIC) could have easily been a middle-grade friendly sort of novel, with a few touches here and there. At least, that’s what I thought when I opened it up. Turns out I found out I was wrong in the span of about two paragraphs.
This isn’t a book I would recommend to anyone who’s sensitive to dirty jokes in books, and not a read that I would recommend really to anyone under the age of 14.
BOYS DON’T KNIT, other than the crude parts, is a fairly good story. It’s about Ben, who truly is an accidental criminal, and his ventures in the game of knitting. While it wasn’t very exciting, it was still a fun read. The ending was a little bit predictable, and I did want a little bit more from it, but I ended up enjoying much of the middle parts where he’s trying to juggle his newfound hobby and every other part of his life.
All in all, not a bad story at all if you can just ignore the less… eloquent parts of it. It is a good book for humor if you’re looking for that, but not one that I’d be recommending in any other sense. 2 stars; okay, but not one I’ll be rereading.
pg count for the hardback: 272