The book is very attractive, with beautiful photos and a charming lay-out. But there, I think, it stops. It is one long parade of 'look at me - am I not wonderful?' For instance: Rather than giving useful ideas on quilting, the author tells us how her son helps her with laying the quilt blocks and what a lovely experience that is. What do I care? If I like the quilt pattern I might want to make it myself, but there are no hints on how to do anything yourself. Furthermore, the tone used in the book annoys me. Another commentator used the word smug: that's exactly how I would describe it. I can go on, but the bottom line is that I thought the whole thing was just an empty shell. Pretty, but empty.