I finished several books this weekend. Over the summer I work 4 ten hour days which are nigh impossible to endure at the time of the long day, but wonderful when I'm reclining on the couch on Friday reading the day away whilst my husband toils at his five day a week job. So, one of the three books that I read this weekend was titled, The Friday Night Knitting Club by Kate Jacobs. It started out slow, but became increasingly interesting. I thought I saw the end coming, but instead was (both) pleasantly and sadly surprised. One need not be a knitter to enjoy this refreshing read free from the usual everyone-ends-up-living-happily-ever-after contrants. This book is about an industrious single mother and her 12 year old daughter who own a knitting shop. The characters were easy to like and emphathize with. I recommend this wholeheartedly. I also finished A Match Made on Madison by Dee Davis. It was very predictable. The predicted ending was even more of a let-down when everything culminated on less than the last page, which meant I'd pored over 200+ pages to read a paragraph on the ending that I was sure was coming, but still was anticipating nonetheless. This book pitted two New York matchmakers (one older woman and one younger woman) against each other as they both vied to sign one handsome, eligible bachelor on as their client. You probably already know where it goes from there. If you're looking for an easy, summer-by-the pool, don't think too much read, this is it. Finally, I started the second installment in the trilogy A Novel of Fitzwilliam Darcy by Pamela Aidan. Don't waste your time. This trilogy chronicles the events in Pride and Prejudice as seen through the eyes and heart of Mr. Darcy. The first of the three was not the best I've ever read and this second one, which I hoped would be better, deals almost primarily with Darcy's feelings of anger and sorrow over Wickam's seduction (and almost entrapment) of Georgiana. Both this book and the first in the triology were boring and slow. I tried to skim ahead to something that Elizabeth Bennet was in and could not even locate her name until practically the last 40 pages. This is not worth finishing and as such, I plan to summarily take it directly back to the library from whence it came.