I usually don't like the kind of books where a group of women come together over some common interest (books, knitting, or something) and find strength and courage, becoming better people, etc, etc. I was really concerned that this would be one of those books, but it actually wasn't. There's a genre of literature, too, which has become kind of called "knitting fiction" where a women in her 30s-40's has a profound life-changing event, and as she begins to find her way, ends up in a knitting group with a diverse group of women. YAdda, yadda, yadda.
Well, Jo, in this book, does have a profound life-changing event (her husband tells her he's leaving her, they argue and he storms off into the night, only to be killed in a car crash.) She also has two kids, who actually are pretty realistically portrayed. And her family is also pretty realistic, with good souls, and nuts. There's a little glamor thrown in via her best friend Ellen, who is a TV celeb, and a bit more glitter with the introduction of a movie star getting back to her roots by buying the local manse. But all in all, it's unpretentious. Jo buys into her grandmother's wool shop and moves it slowly into this century. There is a knitting group, but it's a small part of the story. There's some romantic interest, but not as a distraction, more as a plot development. And there's a lot of humor, and a very large gallumping dog.
Anyhow, it was a light, enjoyable read, even if the title is never mentioned in the book, and I'll look for the author's next book.