Most of the book (the best bits for Star Wars fans) is unedited diary entries written while A New Hope filmed in London. She bookends the diaries with her reflections in 2016.

She revealed she had an affair with Harrison Ford while filming. We get no trashy, sordid details - but we do get a sharp portrait of her inner life and emotional state. She laments his emotional unavailability and is ashamed of having an affair with this married, 35-year-old father of 2. Her beginner's account of working on this cultural phenomenon is interesting as she's as uncertain as any 19-year-old usually is.

The end made me wistful and a little teary. Sometimes it's like she knew she was at the tail-end of her life. She gets existential at times and mentions death here and there throughout - the odd knowledge how after she dies Leia will continue to exist without her.

She ends the book by asking, "Who would I be if I weren't Princess Leia?" For better or worse, she's been just as much Carrie as she's been Leia since she was 19 years old. She went through a lot of emotions around this over the years, ultimately coming to embrace this unique identity. ( )

I picked this audiobook up for casual listening while cleaning, driving, walking, etc. Honestly, I partially checked out about a third of the way through. I guess I'm not interested in Fisher's teenage poetry and ramblings or her stories of late career fan encounters. ( )

Listening to this audiobook -- wonderfully narrated by Carrie Fisher herself -- was a very surreal experience for me. I started listening to it just a few days before the news came out that she'd had a heart attack during a plane flight. I finished listening to it a week after her death.

This was the first of Carrie Fisher's books I'd ever read, and I found it to be a very bittersweet experience. I wish I had appreciated her more when she was alive, because I don't think I'd ever realized that she was this funny in her recollections and her openness about herself and her life. It is at times heartbreaking to listen to in context now -- like the moment when she muses that autographed pictures of her will be worth a lot more after her death -- but it's also reassuring that, even though she's gone, I was still able to listen to her stories and opinions for the first time. I adored the way she writes, too, which is especially good in audiobook form because sometimes it really feels like you're having a conversation with her.

Despite my sadness at Carrie Fisher's death, I'm glad I got to listen to this book at the moment in time that I did. ( )

Honestly I miss her so fucking much. When I finished it and got to the last page, after the acknowledgements and everything, and the About the author said "Carrie Fisher was" I almost threw the book across the bus. Fuck you. Like the talk about death (and her mother's death!) wasn't mentioned enough times, as well as talks about growing old an getting dementia. It's so heart-breaking.

I had this book lying around at home while reading it and a friend noticed it and went "oh, Princess Lena". He at least knew that was the wrong name, but I honestly can't believe there are people out there who doesn't know Leia. I mean I can't believe there are people out there who wasn't Star Wars, but apparently they exist ...

I'm a bit late reading this but I wasn't sure I was gonna be able to handle it, but I'm very glad I did. I already knew the most important parts, but I still loved reading about them. Especially the Carrison parts, but yeah, is anyone who knows me the least bit surprised? It's pretty obvious Carrie is not only the biggest Carrison shipper out there but also continued to be one for the rest of her life, and honestly, same. I've never even met the man but I will never get over Harrison Ford either.

Anyway, I loved this and I loved her and I too hope that when my time comes I too will drown in moonlight, strangled by my own bra. ( )

I’ve always been intrigued by Carrie Fisher, especially when I learned she was also a writer/script doctor (e.g. Hook, Sister Act, and even the Star Wars prequels). So I wanted to see how she wrote. The verdict? Carrie Fisher writes like a mother f**ker.

The Princess Diarist is her memoir from working on Star Wars, based on journals that she kept at the time. Star Wars has lots of “archaeological artifacts” but little personal accounts from the time. She goes into detail about living the Hollywood life, the audition, the creation of the buns, what George Lucas was like, did she have an affair with Harrison Ford, what said affair/relationship was like. What’s missing is her work as a screenwriter. Maybe that’s in a different book?

But all in all, the book just made me feel bad. I’m not sure why, exactly. Bad about the Star Wars fans, bad about celebrities. Fisher talks about being everyone’s first masturbatory fantasy, a sordid affair with a married man for the sake of “having fun”, the good and bad of fan conventions that border on ridicule. A large chunk is straight lifted from her diaries, and I had my fill of that from “Notes to Boys” by Pamela Ribon. They’re funny for a minute, but then they’re insipid. Fisher’s not the hero of her own story. ( )