
For some reason, about halfway through the book, the contemporary quilts and quilters were explored. It was like hitting a concrete wall - the flow, the timeline, the whole experience was interrupted, and not pleasantly. I am a new-born fan of contemporary quilts, but these were, um, how can I be nice about this - unique. Okay, yeah, unique and unusual. Yeah, that. Unusual. That is all I can say in a family publication.
When I returned the book to my boss, I told her if it was my book I would have taken an X-Acto knife and carved out those middle pages. (The quilts all reappear at the end of the book, so no worries.) She looked at my mangled finger and gave me a look that said, "Hey- no sharp instruments for a while, m'kay?" I'm going to buy the book - it's a definite keeper. Nice to have the chance to spend so much time with it before purchase, tho. Sometimes being the stay-at-home Cinderella has a few advantages.
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