Summer on Blossom Street (Blossom Street Series #7)

Summer on Blossom Street (Blossom Street Series #7)

4.3 248
by Debbie Macomber

View All Available Formats & Editions

Knitting and Life

They're both about beginnings—and endings. That's why Lydia Goetz, owner of A Good Yarn on Seattle's Blossom Street, offers a class called Knit to Quit. It's for people who want to quit something—or someone!—and start a new phase of their lives.

First to join is Phoebe Rylander, who's trying to get over a man. Alix

…  See more details below


Knitting and Life

They're both about beginnings—and endings. That's why Lydia Goetz, owner of A Good Yarn on Seattle's Blossom Street, offers a class called Knit to Quit. It's for people who want to quit something—or someone!—and start a new phase of their lives.

First to join is Phoebe Rylander, who's trying to get over a man. Alix Turner and her husband want a baby, so she has to quit smoking. And Bryan Hutchinson needs a way to deal with the stress of running his family's business.

Then there's Lydia's friend Anne Marie Roche. She and her adopted daughter, Ellen, have finally settled into a secure and happy routine—when a stranger appears asking questions.

Meanwhile, Lydia and her husband, Brad, have their hands full with the angry, defiant twelve-year-old who unexpectedly becomes their foster child….

But when your life—and your stitches—get snarled, your friends can always help!

Read More

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly

Macomber adds a tear-jerking installment to the Blossom Street series with this account of lives intersecting at the series-hinging yarn store, A Good Yarn. Upbeat cancer survivor Lydia and her pragmatic sister, Margaret, start a "Knit to Quit" group in their Blossom Street yarn store, hoping to bring in customers for weekly self-help sessions. Casey, the 12-year-old girl Lydia takes in while waiting for an infant of her own to adopt, helps out in the shop when she's not sulking in her room or causing trouble for Lydia's family. Local baker Alix wants a baby as much as Lydia does, but she and her husband agree she needs to quit smoking first. Then there's super-stressed chocolate magnate, Hutch, who takes the knitting class after his doctor suggests it. Hutch hits it off with Phoebe, who is trying to quit obsessing about a broken engagement. Rounding out the crowd, bookstore owner Ann Marie must deal with her adopted daughter Ellen's biological father, a recovering addict, re-entering their lives. Macomber deftly handles the multiple story lines and emotional terrain of families, while the predictably happy ending is very genuine. (May)

Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
Library Journal

The fifth entry (after The Shop on Blossom Street, A Good Yarn, Back on Blossom Street, and Twenty Wishes) in Macomber's "Blossom Street" series follows her successful format of introducing new as well as familiar characters through their joint association at Lydia Goetz's Seattle knit shop. This time, Lydia is offering a "Knit to Quit" class, which attracts a woman trying to forget her unfaithful boyfriend, a man ordered by his doctor to reduce stress, and another young woman trying to give up smoking. Under the gentle guidance of Lydia and her cantankerous sister, Margaret, the class succeeds in coping with their issues in a variety of ways. Macomber manages to remain optimistic if not a tad unrealistic in resolving all of the dilemmas presented and ensuring a happy and satisfying conclusion. Knitting definitely plays a role here, but it shouldn't deter readers who don't have a passion for the needle arts from enjoying this title. Macomber shows no signs of fatigue in keeping her fictional Blossom Street books unique and entertaining. Recommended for all public libraries.
—Margaret Hanes

Read More

Product Details

Publication date:
Blossom Street Series , #7
Sold by:
File size:
958 KB

Read an Excerpt

Lydia Goetz

Wednesday morning, a not-so-perfect June day, I turned over the Open sign at my yarn store on Blossom Street. Standing in the doorway I breathed in the sweet scent of day lilies, gladiolas, roses and lavender from Susannah's Garden, the flower shop next door.

It was the beginning of summer, and although the sky was overcast and rain threatened to fall at any moment, the sun shone brightly in my heart. (My husband, Brad, always laughs when I say things like that. But I don't care. As a woman who's survived cancer not once but twice, I feel entitled to the occasional sentimental remark. Especially today…)

I took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, enjoying the early-morning peace. I just don't think there's anyplace more beautiful than Seattle in the summer. All the flowers spilling out of Susannah's Garden are one of the benefits. The array of colors, as well as the heady perfume drifting in my direction, makes me so glad A Good Yarn is located where it is.

Whiskers, my shop cat, as Brad calls him, ambled across the hardwood floor and leaped into the window display, nestling among the skeins of pastel yarns. He takes up residence there most days and has long been a neighborhood favorite. The apartment upstairs is an extra storeroom for yarn at the moment; perhaps one day I'll rent it out again but that isn't in the plans yet.

The French Café across the street was already busy, as it is every morning. The windows were filled with pastries, breads and croissants warm from the oven, and their delectable aroma added to the scents I associate with summer on Blossom Street. Alix Turner is usually there by five to bake many of these wonderful temptations. She's one of my dearest friends—and was among my first customers. I'm so proud of everything she's accomplished in the past few years. It's fair to say she reinvented her life—with a little help from her friends. She has an education and a career now, and she's married to a man who seems completely right for her.

Blossom Street Books down the street was ready for business, too. Anne Marie Roche and her staff often leave the front door open as a welcoming gesture, inviting those who wander past to come inside and browse. She and her daughter, Ellen, would be coming home from Paris later today.

Nearly every afternoon Ellen walks their Yorkie past the window so Whiskers and Baxter can stare fiercely at each other. Ellen insists it's all for show, that the cat and dog are actually good friends but don't want any of us to know that.

I grinned at Whiskers because I couldn't resist sharing my joy and excitement—even with the cat. In fact, I wanted to tell the whole world my news. Yesterday, we found out that we'd been approved for adoption. I hadn't yet shared this information with anyone, including my sister, Margaret. We've been through the interviews, the home test and fingerprinting. And last night we heard.

We're going to adopt a baby.

Because of my cancer, pregnancy is out of the question. While the ability to conceive has been taken from me, the desire for a baby hasn't. It's like an ache that never quite goes away. As much as possible I've tried to hide this from Brad. Whenever thoughts of what cancer has stolen from me enter my head, I try hard to counter them by remembering all the blessings I've received in my life. I want to celebrate every day, savor every minute, without resentment or regret.

I have so much for which to be grateful. I'm alive and cancer-free. I'm married to a man I adore. His son, Cody, now nine years old, has become my son, too. And I have a successful business, one that brings me great pleasure and satisfaction. When I first opened A Good Yarn, it was my way of shouting to the world that I refused to let cancer rob me of anything else. I was going to live and I was going to do it without the constant threat of illness and death. I was determined to bask in the sunshine. I still am.

So A Good Yarn was the start of my new life. Within a year of opening the store, I met Brad Goetz and we were married the following spring. Because of what I'd been through in my teens and again in my twenties, I didn't have a lot of experience with men or relationships. At first, Brad's love terrified me. Then I learned not to reject something good just because I was afraid of its loss. I learned that I could trust this man—and myself.

How blessed I am to be loved by him and Cody. Each and every day I thank God for the two men in my life.

Even with all I have, my arms ached to hold a baby. Our baby. Brad, who knows me so well, understood my need. After discussing the subject for weeks on end, after vacillating, weighing the pros and cons, we'd reached our decision.

Yes, we were going to adopt.

The catalyst for all this happened when Anne Marie Roche adopted eight-year-old Ellen.

I realized the wait for a newborn might be lengthy but we were both prepared for that. Although we'd be thrilled with an infant of either sex, I secretly longed for a little girl.

I heard the back door close and turned to see my sister, Margaret. She's worked with me almost from the first day I opened the shop. Although we're as different as any two sisters could be, we've become close.

Margaret is a good balance for me, ever practical and pragmatic, and I think I balance her, too, since I'm much more optimistic and given to occasional whimsy.

"Good morning!" I greeted her cheerfully, unable to disguise my happiness.

"It's going to pour," she muttered, taking off her raincoat and hanging it in the back storeroom.

My sister tends to see the negative. The glass would always be half-empty to Margaret. Or completely empty—if not shattered on the floor. Over the years I've grown accustomed to her attitude and simply ignore it.

When she'd finished removing her coat, Margaret stared at me, then frowned. "Why are you so happy?" she demanded. "Anybody can see we're about to have a downpour."

"Me? Happy?" There wasn't much point in trying to hold back my news, even though I knew Margaret was the one person who wouldn't understand my pleasure. She'd disapprove and would have no qualms about imparting her opinion. It's her pessimistic nature, I suppose, and the fact that she worries about me, although she'd never admit that.

Margaret continued to glare. "You're grinning from ear to ear."

I made busy work at the cash register in order to avoid eye contact. I might as well tell her, although I dreaded her response. "Brad and I have applied for adoption," I blurted out, unable to stop myself. "And our application's been accepted."

A startled silence followed.

"I know you think we're making a mistake," I rushed to add.

"I didn't say that." Margaret walked slowly toward me.

"You didn't need to say anything," I told her. Just once I wanted Margaret to be happy for me, without doubts and objections and concerns. "Your silence said it all."

Margaret joined me at the counter next to the cash register. She seemed to sense that her reaction had hurt me. "I'm only wondering if adoption's a wise choice for you."

"Margaret," I began, sighing as I spoke. "Brad and I know what we're doing." Although Margaret hadn't said it openly, I could guess what concerned her most. She was afraid the cancer would return. I'm well aware of the possibility and have been ever since its recurrence ten years ago. It was a serious consideration and one that neither Brad nor I took lightly.

"Brad agrees?" My sister sounded skeptical.

"Of course he agrees! I'd never go against his wishes."

Margaret still didn't look convinced. "You're sure this is what you want?"

"Yes." I was adamant. Sometimes that's the only way to reach her. "Brad knows the risks as well as I do. You don't need to spell it out, Margaret. I understand why you're afraid for me, but I'm through with living in fear."

Margaret's eyes revealed her apprehensions. She studied me and after a moment asked, "What if the adoption agency doesn't find you a child?"

This was something Brad and I had discussed and it could certainly happen. I shrugged. "Nothing ventured, nothing gained. We'll take the chance."

"You want an infant?"

"Yes." I pictured a newborn, wrapped in a soft pink blanket, gently placed in my waiting arms. I held on to the image, allowing it to bring me comfort, to fill me with hope.

To my surprise Margaret didn't immediately voice another objection. After a thoughtful minute or two, she said in low tones, "You'd be a good mother…you already are."

I'm sure my jaw fell open. The shock of Margaret's endorsement was almost more than I could take in. This was as close as Margaret had ever come to bestowing her approval on anything regarding my personal life. No, that wasn't fair. She'd been partially responsible for Brad and me getting back together when I'd pushed him away—a reconciliation that led directly to our marriage.

"Thank you," I whispered and touched her arm.

Margaret made some gruff, unintelligible reply and moved to the table at the back of the store. She pulled out a chair, sat down and took out her crocheting.

"I put up the poster you made for our new class," I told her, doing my best to conceal the emotion that crept into my voice. The last thing I'd expected from Margaret had been her blessing, and I was deeply touched by her words.

She acknowledged my comment with a nod.

The idea for our new knitting class had been Margaret's. "Knit to Quit," she called it, and I loved her suggestion. Since opening the yarn store five years earlier, I'd noticed how many different reasons my customers—mostly women but also a few men—had for learning to knit.

Read More

Customer Reviews

Average Review:

Write a Review

and post it to your social network


Most Helpful Customer Reviews

See all customer reviews >

Summer on Blossom Street (Blossom Street Series #5) 4.3 out of 5 based on 1 ratings. 248 reviews.
Happily_Retired_Gramma More than 1 year ago
An interesting look into the life of foster care, second loves, and other topics centered around a knitting shop ~ includes knitting pattern!
theflowerlady More than 1 year ago
This is a good book for anyone to just pick up and read, but if you are reading the series, don't skip any. The plot gives away the 4th book in the series. This book is a very fast read. One you can set down and come back to and never feel you have missed anything.
literarymuseVC More than 1 year ago
Knitting forces its fans to grow no matter what challenges arise, to follow and change patterns where necessary in order to create something deeply and truly beautiful! Debbie Macomber here welcomes her Blossom Street fans back to another story of possibilities in the very real world full of unexpected ups and downs!

Lydia Goetz, knitting teacher and store owner, and her husband Brad have a huge dream to adopt a child, an immense plan fraught with difficulty as Lydia is a two-time survivor of cancer. Her sister, Margaret, cares so much but walks on eggshells with her comments. How do you encourage such a person to live life to the fullest and at the same time not take risks that could produce formidable difficulties? But Lydia's a woman of spirit who lives her life like her craft and we enter her surprising world with wonder at what patterns await her future.

Then meet Phoebe Rylander, a strong-minded woman who has just broken her engagement with a handsome but cheating man, a guy who just can't seem to realize that breaking faith is just what guys do and whose lies are about to change Phoebe's world forever.

Bryan "Hutch" Hutchinson is a CEO of a well-known chocolate company, a man whose lifestyles seem to indicate he may not live much longer than his father who died young of a massive heart attack. All work, no exercise, a fast food diet and a lack of a meaningful relationship seem sure to guarantee his demise as well unless he's willing to embrace some drastic change.

Alix Turner is not your usual minister's wife. A rebel with a rather unusual past, Alix knows she needs to quit smoking if she can have a healthy child with her husband, Jordan; but Alix hides a deeper fear than that of dropping her addictive habit, a fear she must face before her task becomes even slightly possible.

Finally, meet Anne-Marie Roche, whose return from a Paris vacation is about to become rather upsetting as a man claiming to be her adopted daughter's father appears and demands his rights.

Oh, there's so much more than what's written above in this well-plotted tale of dynamic, fascinating and flawed characters who meet for Lydia's "Knit to Quit" classes. Debbie Macomber's romance is so very refreshing in the way it realistically, quietly and passionately develops, shored up in the world of love that allows its infatuation to develop into something abiding and special enough to survive anything! Summer in Blossom Street is a terrific novel both Macomber fans and new readers will savor and pass on to many others, perhaps in their own book or knitting clubs!

Reviewed by Viviane Crystal on February 12, 2009
taxdeva More than 1 year ago
Another wow book. keeps you interested and wanting to read more
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
...and this one is no exception. There's a knitting class of course, this one is Knit to Quit: whether it's an addiction to a spoiled ex, a smoking habit, or the shop owner's sister who seems to rain on everyone's parade, knitting seems to help stop bad habits for all who join the class. This book is not just one story, it is the many stories of a close community. There's a young girl, abandoned by her parents and raised by a sick grandmother who has no one to turn to except the girl's school reading buddy volunteer. There's a group of several widows, who meet as a book club, and become friends. I could tell you more but I don't want to spoil the surprises that keep happening on Blossom Street. Enjoy.
Kats56 More than 1 year ago
This is a good clean book. I felt that Anne Marie needs her own book. Looking forward to see what the next book will bring.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Love this series....more please
Anonymous 7 months ago
I smad
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
skipwv More than 1 year ago
Not my favorite, but a good read. Debbie's books are easy reads & have happy endings.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Buts the money in the mail bix
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I love the blossom street series. These books is what got me to reading ...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. It made me cry!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
"Very food?!" Lol!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago