One of my holiday reads whilst in St Ives was "The Friday Night Knitting Club" - much to the amusement of my young man! He kept asking if anyone had been shot yet! Or stabbed with a knitting needle.
I loved it, it was a great holiday read. It was set in New York and centred around a single mother who owned a wool shop and the unusual friendships formed at the knitting club. It was like "Sex and the City" but with knitting instead of sex. I hear that they making it into a film, and I think it will translate well onto the big screen. The book ends with a bit of a twist which I really didn't see coming. It's proper Chick Lit, but OK for when you want a lighter read.