The Friday Night Knitting Club

Oh my g-d. I read this as part of my local library's push to challenge yourself to read what you normally wouldn't, and this book convinced me I was wrong to even try. Painfully slow, so saccharine and corny, weak theming and dumb as hell handling of James' and Dakota's Blackness, and they fucking give Georgia cancer and kill her in less than 20 pages.... 
I'm so sick. I read this because it was recommended as a romance about a single parent and that a) isn't true, technically, and b) is... not a good enough reason to sink 400 pages into this. 
I would have to be held at gunpoint to read this or its genre again.
The recipe at the end looked good, I guess.