The Second Sock holds no surprises, its pattern has already been worked out, any quirks already addressed. The Second Sock is not going to make me rip out a week's work of knitting in obnoxious un-wooly yarn because its stitch counts are so far off as to be unfixable... No, The Second Sock is so happy to be knit on at all that it's meek, and obedient, showing signs of being the ideal consort for King Henry VIII, actually (I've been on a kick. I reread G.J. Meyers last week, and I started rereading Antonia Fraser last night). I'm feeling generous and willing to ignore the fact that the dark green yarn makes me go a little cross-eyed and has a splitty nature. I may even buy The Second Sock better needles-- or scavenge them from some other pair of socks.
The Second Sock is good.