Title: The Princess Diarist
Author: Carrie Fisher
The Princess Diarist is Carrie Fisher’s intimate, hilarious and revealing recollection of what happened behind the scenes on one of the most famous film sets of all time, the first Star Warsmovie.
When Carrie Fisher recently 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. Today, her fame as an author, actress, and pop-culture icon is indisputable, but in 1977, Carrie Fisher was just a (sort-of) regular teenager.
This book was an awesome insight into what Carrie’s life must’ve been like when she first got involved in the franchise that would change, and I suppose in some ways enrich and destroy her life all at once. It’s an amazing, laugh out loud, frown in sadness, open wound of a book.
I don’t know about you, but my diaries at eighteen certainly didn’t possess the eloquence or poetry that the excerpts Carrie shared within this book did.
The confusion and vulnerability expressed in this only served to make this otherworldly woman seem more human, and more like every one of us who have ever felt insecure about any part of ourselves.
The humour, and frank manner in which she talks about her younger self is both enlightening, as well as refreshing. She doesn’t mince words, or try to make herself look better which is awesome.
I was sad to finish it though, wanting more of her honesty, and her humour.