My rating: 4 of 5 stars
This book fed my inner fanboy in a number of different ways.
FIRST: I love classic Hollywood. Carrie Fisher’s tales of growing up in Tinseltown with her mother and her later exploits in the business make for engaging reading. It’s a great reminder of something the silver screen makes us forget so often: these “legends” of film are no less human than you or I.
SECOND: I love Star Wars. Duh. “Princess Leia” telling us behind the scenes stories of the movies that shaped my generation made this memoir worth its weight in gold pressed latinum. (Yes, I know that’s a Trek reference and not a Wars reference; live with it.)
LASTLY: I love life. Sometimes, though, life (REAL life) isn’t all about Jedi Knights and working on acting jobs. Carrie’s candid writings about her personal experiences with topics like substance abuse and untimely death (waking up in bed next to a dead friend!) are deep and, at the same time, darkly entertaining.
The book is one part stand up comedy, one part pulp culture history, and one part personal insight into a talented mind. It all adds up to an interesting cocktail.
FUN FACT: The book is almost more fun on audio book since the author herself reads it herself.