In case you weren’t aware (such as if you have been stranded on an island for the last ten years, or perhaps came from another planet – in which case, welcome! – or you might possibly have just now stumbled on this website for the first time) I have a slight crush on Hugh Jackman. And by slight I mean a
MASSIVE wee, tiny, itty bitty, microscopic crush. Luckily, Hot Cop is tolerant of my obsession affection and has learned to smile and nod politely in my direction when I happen to squeal when Hugh comes on the screen. (Thanks, Honey.)
So in Karen Hawkins’s Perfect World, Hugh and I would be close friends and he would be the first one to read all my books and volunteer to star in the movie versions of all my books. In my perfect world, chocolate and cake would be served for dinner and have zero calories, dogs don’t shed and there would be a cable channel dedicated to playing only Hugh Jackman movies 24/7. There would also still be honey roasted peanuts served on flights and the most perfect cup of coffee would magically appear next to me in the morning when I woke up without me having to stumble into the kitchen and hope I have all the measurements correct.
What would it be like in your perfect world? Would Hugh be there, too?