Book Review: The Princess Diarist

I got this book in our family’s Christmas gift exchange this past December. We have now decided that buying a gift is not our favorite activity and instead have been experimenting with different gift exchanges. This year we did a book White Elephant.

I got this book, got stolen, and then got it back. It was a book I had heard about before Carrie Fisher died and had been curious at the time. I had since forgotten about it. Honestly, I never would have bought the book myself, but since I had it, I had to read it.

The book feels like being in the same room with Carrie Fisher and she’s just talking to you. At first it’s interesting and personal, especially in the beginning… until she gets to Harrison Ford. When she starts telling how she had this long affair with him during the filming of A New Hope, it all goes downhill. Sure, it was exciting, we all love Harrison, but it gets tiring after a few dozen pages of reading how she loved him, but she didn’t, but he never did, but she did, or she didn’t, but he never did, but…

I got the point the first time.

She does sound a little bitter (or a lot), and then, after a bunch of pages of that, we get to see the diary. Guess what the diary is about? You got it. Harrison Ford. It does include some poems and random notes at the beginning, that’s until the affair with Mr. Ford begins. Seriously, it’s basically a book about how I wanted him to love me but he never did.

It doesn’t end there. She then goes on rambling about the fans. It feels so much like she hates the fans that she needed to say she had to make sure we all knew she didn’t hate them. Well, she was clearly annoyed by them. Then she goes on to write this very long chapter on what her fans sounded like all merged together. It’s a never ending rambling I just couldn’t read. After a few hundred words I just skipped the chapter all together. I don’t doubt that’s how they sounded like, but I doubt any one person had all that to say. This felt more like what twenty people would have said all into one big rambling. A rambling. That’s how it was.

So, in the end, I decided to give it three starts because it was just too much complaining on her part about Mr. Ford and the fans. I could have enjoyed my life doing something different. But I didn’t. I read it… and now you’re ready my own ramblings. So, I’m just going to stop now.

cheers!