Don’t ask me why I picked up The Princess Diarist at the library. I am not a Star Wars fan and Carrie Fisher … makes me… uncomfortable. But whatever, it was on the shelf, I saw it was based on the diaries she’d written during the first (don’t start with that “third” BS) Star Wars and thought this might be something that would help me like Fisher more.
It didn’t. But it also didn’t make me like her less.
It also wasn’t quite the book I expected it to be. I expected more diary entries and less Carrie Fisher being Carrie Fisher. Silly me. As expected, the diary entries portion was my favorite portion of the book. The rest… sigh. Not my favorite.