So I will not lie, my need to read something fluffy and warm is what led to me Christmas At The Little Knitting Box. There is a soft spot in my heart for anything that revolves around fiber crafts, and after visiting New York last year I was feeling nostalgic. I hoped for something magical, that would get me into the holiday spirit. Friends, Rolfe absolutely delivered that for me.

I immediately fell in love with Cleo, and her tiny shop. Her passion for yarn, her deep love for the city she lived in, and her interactions with people around her just wrapped me up in warmth. Rolfe slowly unrolls Cleo’s past, and allows the reader a deeper glimpse into the why she is the person she is today. When she is dropped smack dab into Dylan’s path, magic happens. In fact, the chemistry between these two is absolutely wonderful from the first moment. I ate it up.

Kudos too to Rolfe for Dylan’s character. Romance novels are one of the only places I often see single dads highlighted, but Dylan is so much more than that. His love for his kids radiates from this story, and the fact that he wants to be even more in their lives than he already is made me a bit teary eyed. This is honestly the first time that I have loved both characters in a romance novel with so much fervor. I wanted them to be happy, and I wanted them to be happy together.

There were a few small things that I had qualms with, but none of them were enough to shatter the magic of this book. If you’re looking for something to take you away for a few hours, to make you remember why the Christmas season is so wonderful, this is your book. Just be prepared to sigh happily quite often.