Stories I Only Tell My Friends: An Autobiography by Rob Lowe

I have always been vaguely aware of Rob Lowe, but it has only been within the last two months or so that I have developed a full-blown crush on the man. This is largely due to my recent binge-watching of the entire Parks and Recreation series, paired with Lowe’s new Direct TV commercials. Both are amazing. Other than that, the only things I knew about Rob Lowe were that he played my favorite character in the mini-series based on The Stand (LOVE Nick Andros) and that at one time, he was involved in some sort of sex scandal. Deciding that it was high time that I learned more about this man, I purchased his book. Continue reading “Stories I Only Tell My Friends: An Autobiography by Rob Lowe”


Never Coming Back by Tim Weaver

Never Coming Back is the American debut of British author Tim Weaver. Weaver’s protagonist, David Raker, is a missing persons investigator with a sorted past. What kind of sorted past, you ask? I would love to tell you, but I don’t know. While this is Weaver’s first American novel, there are three other David Raker books that have been published in England. Raker’s background is not vital to understanding the plot of Never Coming Back, but it didn’t get us off to a very good start. Continue reading “Never Coming Back by Tim Weaver”

The Good Luck of Right Now by Matthew Quick

In The Good Luck of Right Now, Matthew Quick haphazardly reassembles the quirky elements that made The Silver Linings Playbook so endearing. The staples of Silver Linings are all there, but they are exaggerated to the point that Quick’s new novel almost reads like a parody of his previous work. Continue reading “The Good Luck of Right Now by Matthew Quick”

Inferno by Dan Brown

In the opening chapter of Inferno, Robert Langdon wakes up in Italy, only to discover that he has amnesia. That was the precise moment that I began hating this book. I once loved Dan Brown books and I fancied myself quite the intellect in doing so. After trudging through Inferno, I realize the error of my ways: at the time, Robert Langdon was a novel character, and I was young and stupid. Continue reading “Inferno by Dan Brown”