My second share is a book I read much of while we watched football this weekend:
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Carrie Fisher is as delightfully self-deprecating and honest as she is hilarious and insightful. I so rarely get to use the word salacious, but it certainly applies in her accounts of past relationships. I typically shun the autobiographical works of celebrities, but I so loved her talented semi-autobiographical novels that I've read (Postcards from the Edge and Surrender the Pink) that I couldn't wait to read the real deal. Who wouldn't want to know more about a marriage to Paul Simon?
One seldom finds someone with mental illness who is willing to share the details of their struggle in such an open and eloquent way. I agree with the New York Post that "she has expert comic timing and, perhaps more importantly, better stories than most drug addicts." She describes her experience with the mood swings of manic-depression/bipolar disorder, and I sympathize with how troubled her existence must be at times.
My only minor criticism is that she went into a bit more detail than I cared to know about her parents' relationships, but I imagine this addition was for the benefit of the curious generations before me (her parents are the Hollywood celebrities Debbie Reynolds and Eddie Fisher). It is a trivial complaint and one that's easy to forgive given how quickly I read the book. I immediately got her newest book "Shockaholic" so I can continue learning of her tales of having ECT, i.e. electro-convulsive shock therapy.
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