Author: Carrie Fisher
Genre: Memoir, non-fiction
Copyright Date: 2008
Cover: Princess Leia is slumped over a bar, pills and an empty martini glass close to end.
First line: "So, I am fifty-two years old. (Apparently.)"
Best part: It's hilarious.
Worst part: The Hollywood gossip. It's not really something I follow.
Recommended for: Anyone who suffers from similar challenges (addiction, mental illness, dysfunctional families, or fame!) and wants a good laugh. Fans of the author as a performer.
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"I mean, this is a guy who once shared an office with Bush. But a long time ago. When Dubya was just George Sr.'s son. So they shared this little office and Greg once told me, 'You know what Bush has as one of his many gifts? He can fart on command (in keeping with his jolly-college-good-old-frat-boy persona).' And Greg said that what Bush used to do -- when Greg would be expecting people for a meeting -- W would come in and fart in the office and then run, leaving Greg in the midst of it. Like someone in a cloud of marijuana smoke. And then the people Greg was meeting would come in and, of course, they would find Greg surrounded by this awful smell.
It's not dissimilar to what President Bush has done to the country." (p 21-22)
Carrie Fisher has had an unusual life, to say the least. Her parents are celebrities, and she herself played Princess Leia in Star Wars at the tender age of 19. She is also famous for being bi-polar. Now this interesting woman bares it all - from Leia Pez to popping pills to what you should do if you have divorced someone and then have fond memories of them. (Date! Don't remarry!)
This book is not what I was expecting - she actually doesn't talk all that much about drinking - but it was very, very funny. C+.