Since I heard about the release of The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher, I was excited to read it. I put the book on my Christmas List and was pleased to find it under the tree, though it came with the depressing news that Carrie Fisher had suffered a heart attack on her flight home for the holidays. I consumed this book in three days, eating chocolate and drinking coffee and enjoyed it immensely, especially the bits where Fisher describes her interactions with fans.
It became a bittersweet read when Fisher’s death was announced, and came the realization that I would never again read a wittily written account of some piece of her life that she treated with respect and humor, all in her own unique way. I so wish that things had taken a different direction, that she had survived, or never been subjected to, her heart attack so that I, and the world, would be able to read more of her work, watch more of her movies, and just enjoy her on this Earth. But I’m thinking that she’s in a better place now.
There was a lot of controversy when The Princess Diarist came out, as Fisher spent a lot of time discussing the affair she had with Harrison Ford during the filming of Star Wars in London 1976. The first and last thirds of the books are Fisher’s narration, with the middle third containing excerpts from her journals written in 1976. The way Fisher described that first love, that agonizing nowhereness of an affair, felt both raw and true and I felt like I could relate.
If you’re a Star Wars fan or a Carrie Fisher fan, or like reading other people’s journals, then this book is for you.