Wishful Drinking by Carrie Fisher

Opening sentence: “So I am fifty-two years old.”

In this snappy little biography (the book version of her one-woman 2008-2010 stage show of the same name), Carrie Fisher reveals her thoughts on growing up in Hollywood, having a movie star mum, and she is very open and honest about her addictions and bipolar disorder, saying that it took her years to actually work out what was affecting her moods – the disorder or the substances.

Having watched interviews with her over the years, her voice and tone come through so clearly and effortlessly in this book – she is funny, biting, sarcastic, dry and, as the cover can attest to, does not shy away from the reason that most people probably know her. Princess Leia seems to be a blessing and a curse to her – at one point she lists all the random Princess Leia merchandise available, from a Pez dispenser to a sex doll (and this was before Disney bought the rights to Star Wars in 2012 and seemingly allowed everyone to make Star Wars branded everything, seriously, the merchandise went nuts, there is literally NOTHING you can’t get now that is branded with Star Wars, I once even saw a netted bag of oranges that had Star Wars slapped on it…) and the fact that it’s Leia, not Carrie, on the cover suggests she is happy to be known, essentially, as Princess Leia.

She tells some amazing stories, aside from the ones you’ve probably heard about – Bob Dylan ringing her up to ask her advice on a name for a cologne he’s thinking about releasing, Cary Grant becoming her drugs councillor, that George Lucas wouldn’t let her wear a bra in Star Wars scenes as, ‘...there’s no underwear in space.

Although not long, the pace is fast and – I imagine – much like it must have been talking to Carrie herself, there is never a dull moment and it is packed full of revelations. She also mentions that she wrote a novel, Postcards from the Edge, which I did not realise. Think I’ll be adding that to my TBR list.

Rated: 5/5

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