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.
I adore this book so, so much — I’m not even sure how to describe just how much I love it, but let’s give it a shot, shall we?
I’m always a sucker for a clever, funny, and moving coming of age story — but Easton has upped the game with his charming and unique twist, which sees Ben discovering his natural talent for knitting. The writing is witty and humorous, the characters are so endearing, and the story is completely engaging.
What makes Boys Don’t Knit so utterly captivating is that it’s more than this funny little twist about Ben’s knitting. It’s about his family life, his friendships, his crush, his school work and his volunteer work, his “criminal experience.” It’s about one teen boy’s life, and the unique situation he finds himself in at a crucial turning point.
Boys Don’t Knit is the perfect package of contemporary YA lit: clever, funny, moving, and remarkable. Look for it in stores March 24th.