As a previous reviewer noted, Nargi weaves (knits?) her personal knitting story in with the stories of other knitters. This wouldn't be so bad, except she doesn't even like knitting. It's as if she felt like she Should be a knitter, and she just doesn't get knitting. Instead of celebrating the stories of people who love knitting, she drags us through her swatch fetish. Also, most of the stories are of knitters in the Northeast and in California. The stories were good, for the most part, but I was very disappointed that Nargi's major focus is on other urban knitters. Your grandmother isn't the only one who knits anymore, but neither is knitting the sole purview of hip urban artists. The book would have been better with more stories of other knitters, and far less of Nargi's personal story.