When asked while reading this book if I liked it, I couldn't say if I did or didn't. It is a fairly short, and slow moving book of character development of 2 main characters: James Jack and Marguerite in a slow moving locale. I liked both characters, I liked their stories, but I read this book in fits and spurts; walking from work, waiting at an office, on a lunch break, etc. It is much better suited to be read in one sitting, one weekend, with a pot of tea, cozy blanket while the brisk wind blows outside or rain pelts the windows.
Quotes: "My mother had made quilts. Growing up, I had taken them for granted, had slept under one as if it were any blanket, worthy of no more respect than a piece of scratchy wool..her quilts had been warm, durable, not unpleasing to the eye, but mainly frugal. Made for the body, not for the soul. In contrast, these quilts were works of art....I wanted to take one home with me and warp myself in it."
