I actually got this a few years ago (I think from a colleague who had a second copy?), but I guess I never registered it. Oops!

Here's my thing with memoirs. Either the author has to have a really compelling story (even if they don't have a really great writing style), or they have to have a really great writing style (even if they don't have a really compelling story to tell). Carrie Fisher has neither. At least, not in this book.

I expected more BTS type of info about filming Star Wars, and he relationship with the cast. Sure, there was the reveal (?) about the affair with Harrison, but it was told in such a boring way, and her immaturity and lack of world experience really showed. There were also a few interesting nuggets about some of the amusing things she learned that the fans did or said to her during events.

Otherwise, there's really not a lot of substance in this book. There's a lot of stream-of-consciousness rambling, a lot of whinging, and some diary pages that were not all that interesting. I was especially put off at what appeared to be thinly veiled complaints about Star Wars fans and stardom in general. Throughout most of the book, she just came off as a grouchy complainer to me.

This was definitely not an enjoyable read, happy to be putting it down.

Left this book in the LFL at the Brevard Co. Complex. Happy Travels, little book!