This book started with great promise but by page 70 I was having my doubts. I read further, until page 130-something, and then let it go. I'm not exactly sure what "creative nonfiction" is supposed to be. I can understand taking some liberties with primary sources and making up stories/ connections/ feelings based around them, but some of the statements just got a little too ridiculous and far fetched and, well, pointless in some cases. Most surprising was the fact that the quilt wasn't really used as a strong vehicle upon which to tell this "creative nonfiction" story. I think May's fascination with the people she was researching and writing about may have been better served had she written a novel with an accompanying appendix about the quilt. All seven members of my book group panned the book. We all thought it was a great idea but poorly executed.