The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher
I've said it before, both here on my blog and in my real life, I was wrecked when Carrie Fisher died. I felt compelled to buy a couple of her autobiographies. I wrote about one a few weeks ago; this is the second.
Here's the deal with me and biographies/autobiographies: I typically only read them if I am truly interested in the person they are about. I don't seek out these kinds of books for the sake of reading about people. I went into this book wanting to know more about Carrie Fisher, the woman who played a role model of mine, Princess Leia.
I enjoyed the behind the scenes stories of what went on during the making of Star Wars, and I enjoyed the stories of the people she encountered at the "lap dances." What I didn't care much about was the entirely-too-long section about Carrison, the short affair between Carrie Fisher and Harrison Ford. Sorry, but it just wasn't that interesting. Not anything like the media portrayed it to be when the book came out (shocker).
The pictures that accompanied the beginnings of chapters were awesome, if only because they were pictures I hadn't seen before.
I hate that I sound like a Debby Downer about this book, but it just wasn't as interesting as Wishful Drinking, which I loved.
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