I really, really enjoyed this memoir of Rob Lowe's - thanks Rhonda for recommending it. Lowe comes across as funny, smart, self-deprecating, and generally interesting. He accepts blame and doesn't point fingers (okay, maybe just a little). This is just a really well-written and enjoyable book.
If you are a person of a certain age (like me) who grew up watching Brat Pack movies, then you will really get a kick out of a lot of what Lowe writes about. If you are a film lover, then you will really get a kick out of the behind-the-scenes movie making stuff, especially Lowe's description of working on The Outsiders with Coppola. And if you are just into Hollywood celebrity insider info, then you will enjoy all the cameos and walk-on appearances.
With this book, I think, Rob Lowe proves that he is more like Sam Seaborne than he is like Billy Hicks - though he's definitely lived like both characters at one point in time, and that's what makes him who he is today.
Stories I Only Tell my Friends
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