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After the loss of her only child, Mary Baxter finds herself unable to read or write, the activities that used to be her primary source of comfort. She reluctantly joins a knitting circle as a way to fill her lonely days—not knowing it will change her life. As they teach Mary new knitting techniques, the women in the circle also reveal their own secrets of loss, love, and hope. With time, Mary is finally able to tell her own story of grief, and in so doing finds the spark of life again.
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This was the saddest book I've read in such a long time. A woman loses her only child and all I could do was think of my babies. I actually held it together pretty well until she said something like, “I was worried now, that I hadn't inhaled enough of that little girl smell to remember it for the rest of my life.” Even now, it makes me incredibly sad.
While very predictable (and very sad), I still found much to enjoy. The relationships between women, holding each other up, helping to pick up the pieces and quietly being there. Second chances. Heartache and loss. Strength.
You will spend most of the book thinking, “I knew that was coming.” but it won't stop you from feeling.