Oh good lord.
This is the sort of book that you keep flipping over to check that it was published by an actual publisher.
First and foremost, this book desperately needed a copy editor, or an editor of any kind. People have, in the space of a page, moved to town three years ago, or six years ago. A mans broken leg changes from the left to the right. A sweater changes colors, and people are working on other projects.
Secondly,the dialog is bad. No one talks the way these characters do, with too many mentions of peoples names, speaking in weirdly strained sentences, and laughing at things that are not funny.
The mystery is week, and probably only takes up about twelve pages of the whole novel. The rest is padded with the characters which are obviously supposed to be beloved fixtures. The trouble is that everyone seems to melt together, and I felt no affection for anyone, including the main characters, by the end of the books.
And then there is the knitting. This book hooked me in as I am a knitter, and I have a fondness for cozy mysteries with themes. And while more conversations than can be credulously believed take place in the yarn shop, not much else from the mystery connects to knitting. However, what knitting there is, is on par with the rest of the writing in this book. A character mentions that she's hoping to finish a sweater in a free half hour, but someone else states, a page later, that she's only half way through on the sweater. Even the most novice of knitters would know that if you were half way through a sweater then it would take much, much longer to finish than half an hour.
Argh. Give this one a miss.