This week’s Top Ten Tuesday, hosted by The Broke and The Bookish, was supposed to be about happy bookish memories. But it has turned into my book NIGHTMARE. And it’s all because of this man:
When I saw the topic, Top Ten Bookish Memories, I was mentally preparing a list that included the first time my oldest boy brought me a book, climbed into my lap and demanded “Weed it!”; my love of Milly-Molly-Mandy; getting caught reading under the covers; discovering the awesome power of a ‘series’ (Sweet Valley High when I was thirteen) and more.
My list was going to be topped by a big, show-offy picture of my personally SIGNED copy of Stories I Only Tell My Friends by Rob Lowe.
But I can’t find my book. I have turned the house upside down and inside out to no avail. It has never left my house. I would never lend it to anyone (because hello, Rob Lowe’s signature). Has it been stolen?! My husband is unclear as to how this is ruining my week. But hello – Rob Lowe.
Here are some clips from my favourite Rob Lowe films (Hotel New Hampshire because John Irving and Oxford Blues because rowing).
So there’s no top ten happy bookish thoughts from me this week… just one bookish-catastrophe. I’m off to declare a state-of-emergency (and to keep hunting).