Like many Hollywood memoirs, the pacing is... weird. I found out after reading that Fisher has no less than three published memoirs, this being the last. I imagine the details I felt were missing from this book were covered in the other two, but I don't think a trilogy of memoirs is ever necessary. It seems like she knew she could count on the reveal of her affair with Harrison Ford to sell copies; most of the book was about him and somehow nothing substantial was revealed about his character or their relationship. I was disappointed by this.

Fisher is a good writer, a witty one, and has been for a while. This shone through in the diary entries that make up the middle third of this novel, plucked from the journals she'd kept during her time acting as Leia. These were a lot of fun, and usually gorgeously written, but at times felt pretentious and too boring to deserve the pedestal they were put on.

This book doesn't say much of anything, really, but what little was said was written well enough to keep me reading.

Also, this is the ugliest book cover I've ever seen in my life.