I swear I am getting crankier by the day. I love the yarn harlot, but I only liked this set of essays. 3.5 stars for a woman I genuinely appreciate and like, though I do not know her personally. The details: True there are a couple of poignant moments, and yes I did laugh out loud a few times, at 4am, which is when I usually read light as air stuff, all the while begging the cat to be quiet & leave me alone, hoping against hope for a few more winks. I like the harlot's husband, and her kids, and the fact that SHE likes them so much. But as I read this book, I thought I could read between the lines to see her work-process, and that slogged a bit. I had the sensation of urgency, like the deadline for the book demanded she finish NOW, so the work sits a bit less polished than usual. And I missed the usually heavier percentage of knitting content. Her discussions about her looks and coming to terms with her looks left me feeling like I had too much information and not enough resolution to ease that feeling.
I know Stephanie is a bright, creative, genuinely lovely person, no buts about it. I have benefitted myself from her wisdom and humor on a number of (funny) topics. This time, though, I wanted to thank her for her work, and apologize for being among the audience who would take her away from her family on a holiday. I remembered how hard it can be to work when the work is too much, or not fun or creative. Or not my own idea. She did not "lose the room" as she called it in one of the last essays, but Somehow I found myself wanting to look away, as though privy to information but without permission to comment. That lack of meeting of the minds made me cranky and looking for a way out. If I could comment, I would say to Ms. Pearl-McPhee that I wanted to pour her a cuppa tea and give her a kitten to pet.
Lastly, I could feel she wears her "dumpy knitter" persona a bit heavily, as if that's the real her, as if the real Stephanie is nothing but a harmless knitter with unlovely eyebrows. However, I can feel the powerful maturity of this woman and the sharpness of her mind. (Her essay about writing makes my point about this.). I think the name Yarn Harlot is well chosen because yes, she has the beauty and softness of yarn in her heart, but the screamingly funny 'harlot' strengths ("rages") have an edge that makes me just the tiniest bit scared of her. (Please don't tell her I said so.) She is fearless, undaunted when she needs to be, and stronger than an army when she is pissed, or just determined. I guess this is all by way of saying I found much of this book of essays more thoughtful, less "humorist", more pointed and seeking. I have a hunch it's partly because I have experienced some of what she writes about and it's now in my past. OR, since I do Not have experience of her predicament, I don't have a freaking clue what she is going through so I suffer from a lack of insight and empathy. Whatever it is, at the moment we aren't together in our walks through life, and I kind of wish we were cuz contrary to what she says in this book, Stephanie is fun.