Like many people, I’m sure, I set out to find some of Carrie Fisher’s writing after hearing of her passing, and crying a lot over various tumblr posts about the fierce, proud, witty, wonderful woman we’d just lost. It was surprisingly easy to get my hands on a copy of Wishful Drinking, Fisher’s short, sharp memoir that’s largely just a collection of anecdotes about her remarkable and exciting life, and I devoured it in a matter of hours. It definitely did not help with the crushing feeling of loss at her death, so there’s that. It did make me laugh a lot, though, and is a worthwhile read, it just made me even more sad to have lost her, so, you know. Your mileage may vary.
Read the rest of my review here! Then go drown your sorrows in puppy cuddles, as Fisher would have wanted.
(I was just going to post a picture of Gary here, but could not resist Gary PLUS Oscar Isaac’s wonderful face. I miss you, Carrie Fisher!)