Row 1: Meet the “Hero”
(Posts for the foreseeable future may
be a bit brief and slapdash. Proofreading? Revision? What are those!? Sincere
apologies—it’s been a heck of a few months and the Commissioner is digging her
way out of them.)
As
you can see, instead of calling each chapter a, well, chapter, this book is
cutesy and calls each a “row”. In knitting, a row is exactly what it sounds
like: to knit a row, you knit each of the loops (stitches) on the needles from
one side to the other (assuming you aren’t knitting in the round, in which case
you –you know what? Nevermind. If you’re a knitter, you already know this, and
if you’re not, you probably don’t care. Suffice it to say, we’re reading “rows”
instead of chapters.)
This
“row”—okay, no. I can’t do it. This chapter opens up with Zackary “Hot Legs”
Hoolihan taking a shower in a hotel suite and internally complaining that he
shouldn’t be as sore as he is, since they were only just playing a charity
game.
It wasn’t like he’d been out there
giving it all in a grudge match (17).
This
line makes more sense for someone who’s, say, not a goalie. Charity games often
have little-to-no contact, which is my assumption about it not being a “grudge
match”, but you’re not supposed to touch the goalie even in regular game, so
what’s he complaining about?
Also,
it’s an away charity game during the off season. I’m unfamiliar with teams
traveling, along with their personal reporter, for charity games in the off
season. I’m still not sure if the Cleveland Rockets are supposed to be an NHL
team, but the team reporter and the number of puck bunnies coming up suggests it
is.
Next
Zack internally complains about being on the road, because he misses Grace, his
fiancée, and prefers to be home with her. If you’re wondering “WTH? Didn’t they
break up?”, well, I was surprised, too. It’s a flashback! Except, no! It’s a
nightmare! (This isn't clarified for a dozen or so more pages, but I thought I'd go ahead and let you know now.) A nightmare wherein Zack gets introspective and even looks at
himself in the mirror.
This
is not how nightmares work.
Also,
having your character look into the mirror to describe himself is lazy writing.
Having your character look in the mirror to only describe himself as “a
good-lookin’ guy” is downright slothful.
Next,
he complains about puck bunnies, and how they swarm him.
…which meant he could have had three
eyes and an ass where his mouth was supposed to be, and they still would have
thrown themselves at him (17).
Well, that's ... disturbing.
I’m
not a fan of puck bunnies, in part because they give other female fans a bad
name, but the level of vitriol leveled at the very idea of puck bunnies in
these books (not just this one, but, I’m fairly certain, every single one I’ve
read for the FHL so far) is
disconcerting. Is it the authors putting their own personal opinions in, a bit?
It’s definitely a kind of very specific slut shaming, and I find that gross. To
be fair, this particular book specifies that Zack used to love “getting more
tail than any man had a right to” (18) before he’d met Grace, and now he has
eyes (and heart and, one assumes, penis) only for her. This is another fairly
frequent romance trope, and it doesn’t even require puck bunnies to work—the idea
that a guy who loves to sleep around suddenly stops and has zero interest in
doing so once he meets his Twoo Wuv. Since we already know that Zack and Grace
have broken up, the use of this trope indicates that they’ll have to get back
together because It’s Meant to Be. (To clarify, I don’t think that a character
losing interest in all others upon finding The One is an entirely fictional
event; I only think it’s overdone.)
Zack
spends some time mooning over Grace, describing her as a “Marilyn Monroe of the
twenty-first century. Then, complaining, and showering, finished, Zack decides
he’ll call his best friend Dylan, who is also the team reporter, to see if he
wants to get dinner at the hotel’s restaurant. He is interrupted, while wearing
only a towel, by a knock on the door.
Seriously?
Only a towel? Didn’t we do this last book, in The Virgin’s Secret Marriage?
Stubbing
his toe on the way, Zack gets to the door and is delighted but surprised to
discover that Grace is there in order to, as she explains, “…rock [his] world,
big boy” (20). Obviously pleased, Zack ushers her inside where she begins to do
a strip tease. (Good thing he hadn’t gotten around to making those plans with
Dylan).
She
gets as far as unbuttoning her blouse when her mood shifts after looking at the
suite’s bed.
Zack was used to his fiancée’s
rapid-fire changes in mood. Women in general were mercurial, he’d found, able
to go from laughing to yelling to crying in two seconds flat (21).
I
know just as many “emotional” men as I do women. Die, gender stereotypes,
diiiiiiie.
And
anyway, I’d have to say that Grace has every right to be rather angry in this
particular moment. Rather than a strange thong in a laundry pile, ala The Virgin’s Secret Marriage, Grace has
discovered a strange woman in her fiancé’s bed.
The blonde in his bed climbed to her
knees and let the sheet drop, revealing a skimpy pink bra-and-panty set.
“Hi,” she chirped with a too-sweet
smile. “I didn’t want to interrupt” (21).
Here’s
where I (happily) admit ignorance about professional athletes and the people who
chase them. But … does this sort of thing actually happen? Not the bad timing
part, and not even the part where the intruder calmly tries to continue her
plan when a fiancée shows up, but just the intruding itself. Seriously?
Grace
storms out of the hotel suite and Zack is upset about this.
And how the hell could Grace believe
he’d invited her? (21 emphasis original)
Now,
I know he’s innocent. But no matter how much Grace trusts her fiancé and how
much she should maybe listen to his explanation, why wouldn’t she believe that? What other explanation makes sense? Yeah
the truth, but it’s stranger than fiction. Occam’s Razor: when you hear hoof
beats, thinks horses, not zebras.
Would
you have done differently in Grace’s shoes?
Zack
follows Grace into the hallway but she get to the stairs before him. As she does so,
the elevator arrives and Zack almost gives an elderly couple a heart attack
because, of course, he’s lost his
towel. Rather than keep chasing Grace, and likely being arrested for indecency
and wouldn’t his team’s management have loved that, he goes back to the suite to kick out the puck bunny.
The
puck bunny tries to continue her seduction but Zack threatens to call the
police, so she gets dressed and leaves.
The
next thing Zack does is call Dylan. It turns out that Dylan’s significant other
is Grace’s best friend and they’d come to … whatever city this is… together.
(She’s also a recipient of the damned magic spinning wheel yarn in a previous
book, which is why she's with Dylan.)
Next
Zack spends the whole night calling Grace’s cell phone and house phone but she
won’t answer.
Finally
he wakes up because it’s actually six
months later. I really hate dream
sequences like that. No one dreams like that.
Zack
tallies up the ways his life still reminds him of Grace—he drives a blue Hummer
now because she’d destroyed his red one; his apartment is empty because Grace
stole his dog; even the ice reminds him of how he met Grace (although the text
does not explain this .) Unable to sleep, he sits down to
watch ESPN and knit. He picked up knitting to feel closer to Grace after she’d
dumped him, and also because his best friends, Dylan and Gage, both picked up
knitting (for reasons that I suspect are unimportant beyond the fact that they
were the heroes in the previous Magic Spinning Wheel Books.)
If
you’re wondering, he’s knitting slipper socks on size-eight needles using
chocolate-brown wool yarn while watching the Penguins/Oilers recap.
I
have several things to say about this. First, you’d think that since he’s
watching highlights of an NHL game, the narrative would give me a hint as to
whether the Rockets are supposed to be an NHL team. Grr.This isn't a fault of the book, necessarily (although actually knowing what level of play the hero is supposed to be involved in actually would be nice even for casual reading.)
Second,
most (although not all!) socks (slipper or otherwise) are knit on double
pointed needles, and that seems pretty advanced to me for someone who’s been
knitting for only a few months. (Double
pointed needles are shorter and you use 4 or 5 of them at a time.) But this might
just be me, since I find DPNs irritating at best. The text does specify he finishes a row and not a round, and thus I think he’s
using single points, which means he’ll have to seam up those slipper socks later. There aren’t many patterns like that.
Third,
most of the time when you’re knitting socks, you use MUCH smaller needles. Size
eight would leave pretty big holes in the fabric being made, unless you’re
using very thick yarn or you’re going to felt the socks before wearing them.
(Felting is what it sounds like—you knit something but loosely, then run it
through the washer a bunch until the wool—and it only works with sheep’s wool—shrinks
and becomes a much more solid fabric.)
Anyway,
this is far more information and speculation on knitting than most readers will
want. Suffice it to say that I went onto Ravelry (a knit/crochet/spin website
that has MANY people on it and links to MANY patterns) and looked for a slipper
sock pattern that uses size eight needles, worked flat (meaning not DPNs), but
does not require felting. There are only about a dozen possibilities via
Ravelry, which is very few.
I
choose to believe he’s knitting himself kitten slippers.
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| I might need a pair of these. |
Okay,
moving on. The reason Zack can’t sleep is because he’ll be seeing Grace for the
first time in six months the next day and he’ll have to share the same “air
space” for a wedding(29). I think that just means they’ll be in the
same room? Possibly on tv together, since she has her show? But when one says “air
space” I think of the place where, y’know, planes are that belongs to whatever
country is below it.
So….
Zack is mopey. That’s what I took from this chapter.
(I'll try to be less wordy about knitting in future posts. Hopefully, in future posts there'll be more hockey to talk about.)
(I'll try to be less wordy about knitting in future posts. Hopefully, in future posts there'll be more hockey to talk about.)
