![]() ![]() So he describes how they meet in his younger years, then see each other socially again and again and finally one night they have a chat in a Park City, Utah bar during Sundance about they key to happiness in life. It’s not as douchey as I’m making it sound, promise. It sort of parallels some things about Rob’s life (yes, I’m totally going to call him Rob, since I am totally his BFF now that I’ve read the book.) While being this “hunky celeb” he is also very politically minded, and at the end of the book when he talks about his most recent TV role (The West Wing), the whole thing sort of comes full circle. He tells a story at the beginning of the book about JFK Jr (speaking of swoon!) which I actually thought was kind of brilliant, since he ends the book by going back to it. Settle in, this is a long one, which is why I’m breaking it up into parts. ![]() ![]() Anyway, if you don’t want to run out and buy it, let me tell about the good parts. I kind of love Rob Lowe more after reading it, even though I realize editorially, all of these stories are completely one-sided. Maybe you love Rob Lowe from the 80s or maybe you were a little too young to lust after various members of The Brat Pack (I was just a smidge too young, though I was obsessed with ALL the movies in my teens.) Regardless, the book was a totally soapy, interesting and actually well written book. And by this, I mean Rob Lowe’s Stories I Only Tell My Friends: An Autobiography. ![]()
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