So… I didn’t really like this one. But I feel bad about that, which is why I’ve waited a few days to post a review.
“If anyone reads this when I have passed to the big bad beyond I shall be posthumorously embarrassed. I shall spend my entire afterlife blushing.”
I know a lot of people had extraordinary feelings about this book because Carrie Fisher did just passed away. I, too, was very upset by her death as well as the death of her mother, of whom I am a huge fan. But my love for Carrie Fisher comes primarily from her public work and her memoirs/novels, and not so much because I’m a Star Wars fan. I haven’t seen any of the new movies, and I haven’t seen the old ones indecades. They just never really resonated withme like they did for other people. I have a 6 year old son who loves Star Wars (primarily due to the merchandising…), so I’m sure I will be seeing the movies with him someday soon. But they’re not a huge draw for me, although I do like the idea of bad-ass warrior princesses.
I do like Carrie Fisher, and I admired her honesty and ferocity. So I gave the book a shot, knowing that I probably wouldn’t be too into it. I think the primary reason that I was disappointed by this one is that it’s not really about Carrie. She does talk some about Star Wars, of course, and gives fans some behind-the-scenes knowledge. But the majority of the book is about her romance with Harrison Ford, who sounds like a shit-head, and I was disappointed to see her so lost for so long.
It certainly wasn’t a terrible read, and if you are more of a Star Wars fan than I am, then you will probably enjoy it more than I did. But I think I’d rather be read Wishful Drinking the next time I need a Carrie Fisher fix.