There’s a really good scene in the middle of this novel where two friends (both 15 year old boys) are going into a Brooklyn yarn shop that’s populated by a 20 something white hipster behind the counter, several older women, and inexplicably placed huge guy. The boys are going ostensibly to buy black yarn to give to one of the boys’ brother, who is living with Tourette’s and has recently learned to use knitting as a coping strategy. The boys are buying black yarn because, […]