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A review of The Princess Diarist by Carrie Fisher

The Princess Diarist is a collection of stories and diary entries written by Carrie Fisher about her time during the making of the first Star Wars film in 1976. Carrie shares everything from meeting George Lucas for the first time to how the famous cinnamon roll hair buns were created and how long it took to get them ready every day. About two-thirds of the book is made up of the hilarious behind-the-scenes stories with the diary excerpts in the middle.

Something that I feel compelled to mention is that the diary entries pertain to an affair Carrie and Harrison Ford had during the making of this film. The entries are filled with poems and ponderings that a 19-year-old wrote about waiting for a guy to call and questioning her self-worth and on and on. Harrison was in his thirties, married and with small children. Carrie was nineteen, relatively sheltered and naive for being a showbiz kid. I wish that I could ignore the diary entries, but I cannot. They are important to the lore. But this is how I feel: ICKY ICK ICK. Not cool, Han Solo. Not cool.

What I want to focus on instead, and what is the most heartfelt, humorous and at times perplexing information shared: Carrie Fisher will always be identified as Princess Leia. She cannot get away from it. She gets called Princess when she's waiting in line at the store. People expect her to look exactly the same as she did 40 years ago and get upset or confused that she's now a grown woman and not a teenager. Folks imagine she still wears the white robe. Or the ridiculous bikini costume from Jabba's palace. Princess Leia's fans are dedicated and adoring and sweet. I count myself among them! But Princess Leia is a character. She's not real. At the very least, maybe the newer generations will start to refer to her as General Leia. I can get behind that!

Overall, this is another smartly written, entertaining account from the real Carrie Fisher. And she is spectacular.