I have been hesitant to write a review, because I don’t have much to say. To rave about this book would be to celebrate mediocrity– a practice I do not condone. But to give a negative review would also be unjust.

I bought the book because the title was catchy. I knew nothing of the stage memoir and all I knew of Carrie Fisher was her Leia days– about which she speaks humorously in this memoir. I’ll admit the book was funny–sometimes laugh out loud, share with your friends. Fisher’s conversational tone makes it an easy read. But it was just missing something.

I spent the whole book waiting for the climax, the epic emotional breakdown,  the details of her electroshock therapy. Luckily, I wasn’t waiting for very long–the book ended just 176, short, large-print pages.

I wouldn’t recommend that anyone go out and buy the book–I didn’t laugh that hard– but if you can get your hands on it for a bargain price or borrow it from your local library, it’s a fun read.