The Princess Diarist

The Princess Diarist

by Carrie Fisher

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This last book from beloved Hollywood icon Carrie Fisher is the crown jewel of ideal Star Wars gifts. The Princess Diarist is an intimate, hilarious, and revealing recollection of what happened behind the scenes on one of the most famous film sets of all time.

When Carrie Fisher discovered the journals she kept during the filming of the first Star Wars movie, she was astonished to see what they had preserved—plaintive love poems, unbridled musings with youthful naiveté, and a vulnerability that she barely recognized. Before her passing, her fame as an author, actress, and pop-culture icon was indisputable, but in 1977, Carrie Fisher was just a teenager with an all-consuming crush on her costar, Harrison Ford. 

With these excerpts from her handwritten notebooks, The Princess Diarist is Fisher’s intimate and revealing recollection of what happened on one of the most famous film sets of all time—and what developed behind the scenes. Fisher also ponders the joys and insanity of celebrity, and the absurdity of a life spawned by Hollywood royalty, only to be surpassed by her own outer-space royalty. Laugh-out-loud hilarious and endlessly quotable, The Princess Diarist brims with the candor and introspection of a diary while offering shrewd insight into one of Hollywood's most beloved stars.

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ISBN-13: 9780698188365
Publisher: Penguin Publishing Group
Publication date: 11/22/2016
Sold by: Penguin Group
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 272
Sales rank: 1,638
File size: 15 MB
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About the Author

Carrie Fisher was an author and actress best known for her role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars franchise. She appeared in countless other films, including Shampoo and When Harry Met Sally and wrote four bestselling novels: Surrender the Pink, Delusions of Grandma, The Best Awful, and Postcards from the Edge, as well as the memoirs Shockaholic and Wishful Drinking. She passed away in December 2016.

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From The Princess Diarist:

George Lucas held his auditions for Star Wars in an office on a lot in Hollywood. It was in one of those faux-Spanish cream-colored buildings from the thirties with dark orange-tiled roofs and black-iron-grated windows, lined with sidewalks in turn lined with trees—pine trees, I think they were, the sort that shed their needles generously onto the street below—and interrupted by parched patches of once-green lawns.
Everything was a little worse for the wear, but good things would happen in these buildings. Lives would be led, businesses would prosper, and men would attend meetings—hopeful meetings, meetings where big plans were made and ideas were proposed. But of all the meetings that had ever been held in that particular office, none of them could compare in world impact with the casting calls for the Star Wars movie.
A plaque could be placed on the outside of this building that states, “On this spot the Star Wars films conducted their casting sessions. In this building the actors and actresses entered and exited until only three remained. These three were the actors who ultimately played the lead parts of Han, Luke, and Leia.”
I’ve told the story of getting cast as Princess Leia many times before—in interviews, on horseback, and in cardiac units—so if you’ve previously heard this story before, I apologize for requiring some of your coveted store of patience. I know how closely most of us tend to hold on to whatever cache of patience we’ve managed to amass over a lifetime and I appreciate your squandering some of your cherished stash here.
George gave me the impression of being smaller than he was because he spoke so infrequently. I first encountered his all-but-silent presence at these auditions—the first of which he held with the director Brian De Palma. Brian was casting his horror film Carrie, and they both required an actress between the age of eighteen and twenty-two. I was the right age at the right time, so I read for both George and Brian.
George had directed two other feature films up till then, THX 1138, starring Robert Duvall, and American Graffiti, starring Ron Howard and Cindy Williams. The roles I met with the two directors for that first day were Princess Leia in Star Wars and Carrie in Carrie. I thought that last role would be a funny casting coup if I got it: Carrie as Carrie in Carrie. I doubt that that was why I never made it to the next level with Carrie—but it didn’t help as far as I was concerned that there would have to be a goofy film poster advertising a serious horror film.
I sat down before the two directors behind their respective desks. Mr. Lucas was all but mute. He nodded when I entered the room, and Mr. De Palma took over from there. He was a big man, and not merely because he spoke more— or spoke, period. Brian sat on the left and George on the right, both bearded. As if you had two choices in director sizes. Only I didn’t have the choice—they did.
Brian cleared his bigger throat of bigger things and said, “So I see here you’ve been in the film Shampoo?”
I knew this, so I simply nodded, my face in a tight white-toothed smile. Maybe they would ask me something requiring more than a nod.
“Did you enjoy working with Warren?”
“Yes, I did!” That was easy! I had enjoyed working with him, but Brian’s look told me that wasn’t enough of an answer. “He was . . .”
What was he? They needed to know! “He helped me work . . . a lot. I mean, he and the other screenwriter . . . they worked with me.” Oh my God, this wasn’t going well.
Mr. De Palma waited for more, and when more wasn’t forthcoming, he attempted to help me. “How did they work with you?”
Oh, that’s what they wanted to know! “They had me do the scene over and over, and with food. There was eating in the scene. I had to offer Warren a baked apple and then I ask him if he’s making it with my mother—sleeping with her—you know.”
George almost smiled; Brian actually did. “Yes, I know what ‘making it’ means.”
I flushed. I considered stopping this interview then and there. But I soldiered on.
“No, no, that’s the dialogue. ‘Are you making it with my mother?’ I asked him that because I hate my mother. Not in real life, I hate my mother in the movie, partly because she is sleeping with Warren—who’s the hairdresser. Lee Grant played my mom, but I didn’t really have any scenes with her, which is too bad because she’s a great actress. And Warren is a great actor and he also wrote the movie, with Robert Towne, which is why they both worked with me. With food. It sounded a lot more natural when you talk with food in your mouth. Not that you do that in your movies. Maybe in the scary movie, but I don’t know the food situation in space.” The meeting seemed to be going better.
“What have you done since Shampoo?” George asked.
 I repressed the urge to say I had written three symphonies and learned how to perform dental surgery on monkeys, and instead told the truth.
“I went to school in England. Drama school. I went to the Central School of Speech and Drama.” I was breathless with information. “I mean I didn’t just go, I’m still going. I’m home on Christmas vacation.”
I stopped abruptly to breathe. Brian was nodding, his eyebrows headed off to his hair in something like surprise. He asked me politely about my experience at school, and I responded politely as George watched impassively. (I would come to discover that George’s expression wasn’t indifferent or anything like it. It was shy and discerning, among many other things, including intelligent, studious, and— and a word like “darling.” Only not that word, because it’s too young and androgynous, and besides which, and most important, George would hate it.)
“What do you plan on doing if you get one of these jobs you’re meeting on?” continued Brian.
“I mean, it really would depend on the part, but  .  .  . I guess I’d leave. I mean I know I would. Because I mean—”
“I know what you mean,” Brian interrupted. The meeting continued but I was no longer fully present—utterly convinced that I’d screwed up by revealing myself to be so disloyal. Leave my school right in the middle for the first job that came along?
Soon after, we were done. I shook each man’s hand as I moved to the door, leading off to the gallows of obscurity. George’s hand was firm and cool.
I returned to the outer office knowing full well that I would be going back to school. “Miss Fisher,” a casting assistant said. I froze, or would have, if we weren’t in sunny Los Angeles. “Here are your sides. Two doors down. You’ll read on video.” My heart pounded everywhere a pulse can get to.
The scene from Carrie involved the mother (who would be memorably played by Piper Laurie). A dark scene, where the people are not okay. But the scene in Star Wars—there were no mothers there! There was authority and confidence and command in the weird language that was used. Was I like this? Hopefully George would think so, and I could pretend I thought so, too. I could pretend I was a princess whose life went from chaos to crisis without looking down between chaoses to find, to her relief, that her dress wasn’t torn.
I have no recollection now of how I felt reading the two scenes. I can only assume I beat myself up loud and long. Did they like me? Did they think I was fat? Did they think I looked like a bowl of oatmeal with features? Four little dark dots in one big flat pale face (“Me pale face—you Tonto”). Did they think I looked pretty enough? Was I likable enough for me to relax at all? Not on your life. Because (a) there was no relaxing anywhere in my general area, and (b) there was no relaxing anywhere in show business.
But George must have thought I did well enough to have me back. They sent me the Star Wars script so I could practice it before the last reading. I remember opening the manila envelope it came in very carefully, one edge at a time, before removing its unknown cargo. It didn’t look any different from other scripts—cardboard-like paper on each end, protecting the ordinary paper within—covered in antlike scratches of letters. I don’t know why, but I wanted to read this screenplay out loud.
Enter Miguel Ferrer. Miguel wasn’t certain that he wanted to be an actor yet—like me. But we were both intrigued enough that we continued exploring. Like me, he came from a show business background. His father was the actor José Ferrer and his mother the singer/actress Rosemary Clooney. We were friends, and I called him up and asked him to read this script with me. He arrived at my mother’s newer, much smaller house—since her dramatically reduced financial circumstances due to a second failed marriage—and we went to my bedroom on the second floor.
Like every young man wanting to be an actor in Hollywood then, he had also read for the film, so both of us were dimly aware what we were in store for. We sat on my bed and began to read. From the first page—STAR WARS: A SPACE FANTASY—the images and characters jumped off the pages. Not only into our minds, but into the chairs and other furniture that surrounded us. I’m exaggerating (a little) but it could have jumped onto the furniture, eaten all of it, and drank the blood of an Englishman—because it was as epic as any fee-fi-fo-fum rhyme you ever heard.
The images of space opened around us, planets and stars floated by. The character I was reading for, Leia, was kidnapped by the evil Darth Vader—kidnapped and hung upside down when the smuggler pilot Han Solo (who Miguel was reading for) and his giant monkey creature copilot Chewbacca rescued me. I had been (in the script) upside down and unconscious with yellow eyes. I’ll never forget that image. Whoever got the part of the princess named Leia would get to do this. I would potentially get to do this! Maybe—if I was lucky—I would be rescued by Han and Chewbacca (Chewie!) from the caverns underneath wherever they’d tortured me, and Chewie would carry me, slung over his shoulder through thigh deep water as we made it out of (interplanetary) harm’s way.
Unfortunately, none of this imagery was ever realized due to a combination of cost and the fact that Peter Mayhew—who they hired to play Chewie—couldn’t do the stunt due to his extreme height of over 7 feet. He had a condition that left him unable to stand up quickly and remain stable; it was impossible for him to lift up weight of any kind. And my weight, as everyone at Lucasland can recall, was, and remains, of the “any kind” variety.
But I can safely say that any girl cast in the part of the feisty Princess Leia would’ve been of the any kind size— because once Peter was cast, the lifting and being carried through those thigh-high drenched caverns was out. But I also recall hearing that the water-engulfed caverns were quite an expensive set to build, and this was a low-budget film, so they were out for that reason—leaving only Leia’s unconsciousness and those yellow eyes. Most of us know how inexpensive unconsciousness is or was to achieve, so that wouldn’t have been a budget problem—just inappropriate. But by the time you lose Peter’s inability to carry any feisty princess and consider the cost-ineffective underground water caverns—it doesn’t matter how beautifully you can portray insensibility—it ain’t happening anyway.
The Force was put in me (in a non-invasive way) by the script that day with Miguel, and it has remained in me ever since. I ended up reading for the film with a new actor, an actor I’d never seen before, but then he had never seen me, either. I’ll bet since that reading with me he’s rued the day—if he can get his strong hands on a rue that is—and if anyone could get their hands on a rue or a Woo it was Harrison Ford. We read together in a room in that same building I’d met George and Brian De Palma in. I was so nervous about the reading I don’t remember much about Harrison, and given how nervous Harrison would come to make me, that was plenty frightened indeed.
The following week, my agent, a man who’d been my mother’s agent, Wilt Melnick, and was now mine, called me.
“Carrie?” he asked.
I knew my name. So I let him know I knew it. “Yeah,” I said in a voice very like mine. Mine but hollow, mine but it didn’t matter because my stomach had swung into action.
“They called,” he said.
Great, ’cause that was really all I wanted to know. If they called, that they called, not what they said—that didn’t matter.
“They want you,” he continued.
There was a silence.
“They do? I mean they did?”
He laughed, then I laughed and dropped the phone and ran out into the front yard and into the street. It was raining. It didn’t rain in L.A. It was raining in L.A. and I was Princess Leia. I had never been Princess Leia before and now I would be her forever. I would never not be Princess Leia. I had no idea how profoundly true that was and how long forever was.
They would pay me nothing and fly me economy—a fact that would haunt my mother for months—but I was Leia and that was all that truly mattered. I’m Leia—I can live in a tree, but you can’t take that away from me.
I never dreamt there actually might be a day when I maybe hoped that you could

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The Princess Diarist 3.7 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 30 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A must read for all Star Wars/Carrie Fisher fans! Such an awesome book... It's a nice way to take a look inside her World.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
She makes you laugh throughout her story. RIP.
Bookworm1951 More than 1 year ago
Started out with humor. It was interesting to learn the full depth of her relationship with other cast members. Then about midway through, it started to fall apart. She rambled on and on and her attempt at poetry was horrible. Truly shows that she had many issues throughout her life. It was as if she couldn't focus. A tortured soul and a tortured mind? The few pictures scattered throughout.
rokinrev More than 1 year ago
[This was a library book so it won't show as a verified purchase. I am voluntarily reviewing it] I was a big fan of Carrie Fisher. I am a huge fan of Star Wars:A New Hope. I am also a fan of first person memoirs... until.....this one I am giving this two stars for the pictures scattered throughout. However, the writing felt forced, in part because of her age at the time. The book was horrible! Not even the pictures saves it. Where is the Carrie Fisher of Postcards from the Edge? Was this bad because she was ill? So disappointing.
missmickee-bookreview More than 1 year ago
In Carrie Fisher's trademark style of humorous candid monologue and snappy one liners, The Princess Diarist recalls her unexpected rise to super stardom as Princess Leia on the 1977 international 20th Century Fox blockbuster Star Wars series-- directed by George Lucas, also starring Harrison Ford as Han Solo and Mark Hamill as Luke Skywalker In 1976 Fisher was only 19 years old, when she was chosen for the part as Princess Leia while attending Film School in London. Princess Leia's double bun hairstyle took two hours to create and had to remain exactly in place even during battle scenes. Fisher wore enough lip gloss to "wax a car" and feared Darth Vader would slip on it and fall into his breathing machine. Fisher is grateful for the role that made her a household name, loves her fans, attends comic-cons and signs autographs (for free) on occasion. One of her youngest fans, perhaps a 3 year old tot, was shocked and dismayed to see Princess Leia had aged and was not who she expected to see. Instead of having fun going out on the town, taking in the sights, meeting new people during this exciting exceptional time of her life, (aside from Lucas 32nd Birthday party celebration), these special interest stories are noticeably few. Affairs between already married leading men and ladies have been around since the opening of the first movie theater's. Despite Fisher's witty banter, her poetry, quotes, and storyline-- there is an impressionable, sensitive, and vulnerable young woman in love with her married much older co-star. Confused and baffled by Ford's cold silence and retreating indifference, she was aware he did not love her back. This seemed unbelievably heartless and cruel. If Fisher received any advice from her mother or close friends during this time, she didn't say-- also, if she had been Ford's equal in age and maturity, this affair may not have happened in the first place. Star Wars fans will not want to miss this new memoir complete with great photos. Fisher has written four bestselling novels, Postcards From the Edge (1990) was made into a movie. Recognized for her comedy shows, which acts have featured both her previous memoirs: Wishful Drinking (2008) and Shockaholic (2012). Fisher is also known for her advocacy in mental health issues, and lives in Los Angeles, California.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A personal look inside the Star Wars films, and how they affected her in her whole life.
TheLiteraryPhoenix More than 1 year ago
Can you imagine being 19, a goofy kid trying to figure out your place in the world and not even REALLY sure what you wanted to do with your life, then becoming one of the most important people in science-fiction... ever? Even coming from a famous family, Carrie really got thrown in the deep end with the unexpected popularity of Star Wars. That said, The Princess Diarist is not about Star Wars. You'll get glimpses of the story and a little behind the scenes (I liked the story about her hair) but this is not an inside view, not really. The Princess Diarist is about Star Wars in as much as Star Wars defined and redefined Carrie Fisher's life. It's about how Leia became such a big part of herself, whether she wanted that eternal intimacy with the character or not. I think that a lot of readers will be frustrated with the scattered nature of this book, but I fell in love with Carrie's voice right away. She's uncertain and snarky and uncomfortable. She felt more real that just about any writer I can think of, and I've read quite a few memoirs this fall. Carrie doesn't put on airs - she tells things how she remembers them and refuses to sugar coat it. And if it's not the fairy story you were hoping for... well, oh well. This one captivated me, and if you like memoirs or non-fiction with clever, honest narrators, The Princess Diarist is a great book. And being a Star Wars fan doesn't hurt, either.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A sad stream of insanity
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A true entertainer, like her mother. I miss them both but Carrie more as she was too young to be taken from us. ~*~LEB~*~
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I got this book in the books for $2.99 and it was a waste of my money.
thebookishlibra More than 1 year ago
I’ve had Carrie Fisher’s The Princess Diarist sitting on my bookshelf for over a year now. I had just purchased my copy a few weeks before she tragically passed away in December 2016, and having been a fan of hers for most of my life, I was just too heartbroken to pick it up and read it. Even this week when I finally did open the book, just seeing those old pics of her brought tears to my eyes. Carrie Fisher had a bigger than life personality that always made me chuckle when I watched her in interviews and that personality really comes shining through in The Princess Diarist. For me, the high point of The Princess Diarist was, interestingly enough, not the actual diary entries themselves, which are included in the center of the book. The diary entries are entertaining enough and shed a lot of light on how a 19-year old Carrie felt about a variety of topics – her newfound fame, her attraction to men who weren’t good choices, her infatuation with Harrison Ford, etc. But what I enjoyed most about this book, however, were Carrie’s own reflections as she’s looking back at her 19 year old self nearly 40 years later. With her trademark wit, she gives some thoughtful yet hilarious commentary about the affair with Harrison, what it was like to be part of the Star Wars phenomenon, and what it’s like to be an aging actress in Hollywood. She also talks a lot in the later pages about going to cons and meeting fans, signing autographs, and how wild it is to know how important she and Star Wars are to so many people. It’s a quick and fun read, although not quite what I had hoped for when it came to the diary entries themselves. I guess, as a Star Wars junkie, I was hoping for behind-the-scenes Star Wars moments beyond just the affair with Harrison. In that sense, I felt a little let down by the book but it’s still a solid read, especially for any fan of Carrie Fisher. 3.5 STARS
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Carrie Fisher’s “The Princess Diarist” was a very interesting, sad, and detailed memoir of her acting career, most notably her “Star Wars” experience from being cast in the original movie in 1976, at the age of 19, on break from attending the Central School of Speech and Drama in England, to 40 years later, and all the aftermath that entailed. “The Princess Diarist” over 10 chapters and 257 pages includes many witty observations, many sad laments, and a few photos. At times it rambles, especially the diary entries (which oddly were not dated); though that is easily forgiven by true fans as it is quite frank, never pretentious, self-deprecating to a fault, and full of raw emotions, feelings, and thoughts, from one of cinema’s most beloved princesses. She truly was much harder on herself than I think anyone with a heart could ever have been. Her memoir is surprisingly and sadly laced with self put-downs. On page 193, she says, “...I wasn’t conventionally beautiful and sexy,...” which sort of makes you wonder what ridiculous standard she was holding herself to? I think most people thought she was very pretty and somewhat sexy. Still, many other times, often oddly juxtaposed with her self put-downs were witty and dry observations such as on page 45, “I don’t know that many straight men whose goal is to achieve a kind of dewy teenage appearance. But maybe I don’t get around enough.)” The major revelation of this memoir is supposedly her affair with Harrison Ford during the filming of the original “Star Wars” movie. Thankfully, her account spared us the gory details, but gave a flavor of what her relationship with Harrison was like, how it happened and evolved, but also, what it was like on set, and what other people were like, to the best of her memory. I think considering all the drugs she’s supposedly had over the years, her memory is beyond remarkable. I don’t think many people, including myself, could remember in such great detail events that happened so many years ago. I greatly enjoyed the story about her and Harrison, and Mark Hamill, and two other actors going out for dinner one night at a local English pub. Stories like that are remarkable, and I’m so glad she recorded it here for posterity. We always like to think that our favorite movies that the cast were good friends, and hung out together, and in some way, this gives credence to that idea. What I take away from reading her memoir is Carrie’s incredible sense of humor, her ability to laugh at life and herself, the absurdity of life’s situations, but also, how brutal she was on herself. Near the end of her memoir it sounded oddly like she was saying goodbye. Perhaps she knew she was going to die, or perhaps thought this might be her last public statement or appearance, or perhaps her farewell, no matter how many more years she lived. It is kind of sad. She was so well thought of, loved, and respected by so many, and she was so brutal with her self-assessment. I was not a groupie of hers or “Star Wars”, though I greatly enjoyed the films, and always thought she was very good in them. No one is perfect Carrie, but you were perfect as Princess Leia. I think if you enjoyed the “Star Wars" films or are just a cinephile (not sure those two are mutually exclusive), this is a must read.
SheTreadsSoftly More than 1 year ago
The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher is a highly recommended personal insight into her life as Princess Leia and her affair with Harrison Ford during the filming of Star Wars. In 1977 she was just a teenager, 19, when she accepted the role of Princess Leia. She never wanted to be an actor, but had a role in Shampoo in 1975 and auditioned for the role of Princess Leia. For several reasons Carrie Fisher had kept quiet for years about her affair with Harrison Ford during the filming of the original Star Wars. With the discovery of journals she had written during that time, she finally decided that it was time to tell the story. First she discusses the effect being Princess Leia has had on her life. Obviously in such an iconic role being forever known as Princess Leia has had a profound effect on her life, whether she wanted it to or not. When Fisher met Ford, she was inexperienced, while Ford was an older married man. It was an affair that lasted just while they were filming Star Wars. It likely had little effect on Ford, but Fisher was young and impressionable. Only about half of the book includes the dairy entries and poems she wrote, which all clearly show how she struggled with keeping emotions out of it when as a young woman she was full of emotions, insecurities, and was extremely vulnerable. This is not a tell-all book full of details about the affair nor is it a detailed account of filming Star Wars. It is Carrie Fisher sharing part of herself, from a time long ago, and how the events influenced her life. Fisher is a good writer, and she captures her feeling about the events honestly. She also writes candidly about autograph and photo-op events. Since this is the last of the autobiographical books Fisher will write, it deserves at least four stars. Disclosure: My review copy was courtesy of the Penguin Publishing Group via Netgalley.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This is a very difficult read.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
and again after her death. It's poignant either way. She had an affair with Harrison Ford during the filming of the original SW movie! Shocking! Actually, it isn't. Not to anyone who's followed her writing, and/or the less discreet reportage of the filming of SW. She'd already discussed it, albeit in fictionalized form, in her novel Surrender the Pink. Her thoughts on the affair, both when it was going on (she kept a diary) and four decades later, are typical Carrie: hilarious, wacky, neurotic and extremely witty. When she was 19, she acted like any 19 year old girl in love, albeit a highly intelligent, articulate one. Harrison apparently didn't love her back, at least not in the way she wanted, but he must have felt something for her, as they remained friends for the rest of her life. I am sure there are people who are disappointed that she didn't go into steamy, explicit details about actually having sex with him, exactly what they did, the size of his "ahem," etc. But I'm glad she didn't. RIP.
girlfromwvaKY More than 1 year ago
This book was written by Carrie Fisher from things found in her journals. She had recently come across them and was astonished to see what was saved in them. The journals had preserved love poems, thoughts and reflections from a vulnerable young teenager. In the late 70's, Carrie was naive and had a crush on her co-star. That co-star happened to be Harrison Ford. She writes with excerpts from her handwritten notes from the journals in this book. She shares intimate and revealing memories from one of the very famous film sets of all time. She also writes about what happened and developed behind the scenes on the first Star Wars movie. I liked reading this book. It was nice to have the author/actress' words from when it was happening to 40 years later. I recommend it to anyone who loves Carrie Fisher/Princess Leia.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really great insight into the late, great Carrie Fisher's life, thoughts and feelings. I saw her much more for who she really was than of course what can be gleaned from the Star wars movies. Definitely a worthwhile read.
TheThoughtSpot More than 1 year ago
Received an advance reader copy in exchange for a fair review. Thanks to NetGalley and Penguin Blue Rider Press for the opportunity to read and review The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher! The author opens up about her role as Princess Leia and other aspects of her life during her time on the Star Wars set, her acting career and her relationships. Candid, humorous and personal journal entries and chapters of Carrie's life are discussed and secrets are revealed. It saddens me that Carrie Fisher died soon after writing this memoir and I'm thankful for the glimpse of her life that she gave the world. 4 stars!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A little dissappointed. Not funny like her other books. A little boring. I wasnt really interested enough to finish reading it, but I did because Im such a big fan if her's.
MontzieW More than 1 year ago
The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher is an interesting book about her time during the Star War movies mostly. It was very cool since it was about celebrities everyone knows and loves but the rest was copies of her diary and just ramblings of a young teen. Interesting and good but not what I expected. I got this book from the library.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
So sad you're gone. Reading this helps somehow. Thank you for sharing your thoughts and an insight to the difficulty with that kind of fame. You wore it well.
LisaSC More than 1 year ago
Im so thankful to have received this book from my mom for my birthday. Its an emotional experience. It's hard to say good by to such a special actress. This is a must read book. The book is excellent and a joy to read. I miss her so much. Very emotional. May you Rest In Peace Carrie...
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Boring in parts