21469102Boys Don’t Knit (Boys Don’t Knit #1) by T.S. Easton
Release Date: March 24, 2015
Publisher: Feiwel & Friends
Source: ARC provided by publisher! Thanks!
Rating: starstarstarstarblank_star
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Knitting is a man’s game.

After an incident regarding a crossing guard and a bottle of Martini & Rossi (and his bonehead friends), 17-year-old worrier Ben Fletcher must develop his sense of social alignment, take up a hobby, and do some community service to avoid any further probation.

He takes a knitting class (it was that or his father’s mechanic class) under the impression that it’s taught by the hot teacher all the boys like. Turns out, it’s not. Perfect.

Regardless, he sticks with it and comes to find that he’s a natural knitter, maybe even great. It even helps ease his anxiety and worrying. The only challenge now is to keep it hidden from his friends, his crush, and his soccer-obsessed father. What a tangled web Ben has weaved . . . or knitted.– Goodreads


My love of this book is strong, I went into this book aware about nothing but that kick ass cover. Yes. I know, we’re not supposed to judge books by their covers, but I’m a librarian. I CAN DO WHAT I WANT. What happened was, I fell in love with this book. I fell in love with Ben and the world that Easton had created.

In Boys Don’t Knit, we are introduced to Ben Fletcher, he’s a good guy, he is. He just has bonehead friends and he’s a teenager. Because of this combination, he ends up throwing a bottle of Martini & Rossi  by a crossing guard and the next thing he knows, he is sentenced to community service. What he doesn’t expect is his community service to include a knitting class (that he signed up for because the teacher is hot). The first day of class he finds out that not only is the hot teacher not teaching the class, but that he’s actually good at knitting. Like, really good! Plus, his classmates are nice, and really encouraging.

What was harder for Ben was keeping up the ruse that he wasn’t in a knitting class, but in a pottery class, because lets be real. No one would understand. As his lie begins to unravel though what Ben finds out is most people don’t care that he’s knitting, they care about the lie that he was keeping from him.

While I found the plot to be a little predictable, I enjoyed Boys Don’t Knit so much, I didn’t care. I enjoyed how real this story was. From Ben’s parents and family life, to his group of friends, and even his knitting group. I was so enthralled in this book any formulaic side didn’t effect my enjoyment on the book. I also enjoyed Ben’s relationship with the elderly, crossing guard. What I really enjoyed was the fact that Ben thought she was ancient and she was sixty-one. But when you’re seventeen, sixty-one is ancient. And while the beginning of their relationship was tense, by the end there was a nice, fond friendship between the two.

I understand that the cover of Boys Don’t Knit is what brought me into the book, but ultimately the story that Easton told is what kept me around.