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I read a lot. It's kind of ridiculous and only recently have I accepted the fact that I should be a librarian. And a therapist. And a racecar driver. And that Stephen and I will build a spaceship and move to Mars.
That got out of control so fast! Hence, racecar driver.
I was a bridesmaid in my friend Charlotte's wedding a few years ago (SHOUT OUT!) and she gave me a copy of Carrie Fisher's Wishful Drinking. Sad to say, I hadn't read it until this recent trip to Louisiana. Before you start judging, keep in mind that my collection of books is well over 500 now. And I've read...maybe...30% of that?
When I said "It's ridiculous", I meant it. My obsession with reading and books. And by "Ridiculous" I mean AMAZING. You only wish that you were as big of a book worm as I am.
I promise I'm going to give a review of the book.
I was excited to start reading Fisher's book because let's face it, that gold bikini was rockin' awesome and she was instantly one of my role models. Who wouldn't want to be half naked and chained up for a giant slug that drooled and spit?! The book is a memoir and wow to the memories. From detailing the history of her parents marriage and subsequent divorce and marriages and divorces, to discussing her manic depression, she lays it all out. Which is great. Because let's face it, it's nice to know that a celebrity is "normal".
And that doesn't sound cliche at all...ugh.
If you've ever seen Fisher in an interview, you know she's a funny gal. I sort of want to hang with her. So, as expected, I chuckled out loud in certain spots reading her book.
But I do have one gripe.
Sometimes, it felt like she was trying. Like, really trying to get a chuckle out of you. There were about three pages in the manic depression section that seemed like she couldn't write three sentences without throwing in a one liner or a pun or sarcastic spin on it. I just wanted to know what it was really like to be manic depressive for her. Yes, I'm that nosy. But then maybe that's her way of making the writing a little bit easier. God knows I LOVE to use sarcasm to soften the blow of anything. It's my favorite defense mechanism. Screw Wonder Woman's steel bracelets to ward off lasers! I've got SARCASM!
BAM! PEW! PEW!
(that was my SERIOUSLY weak attempt at making laser noises)
All in all, it's a good plane ride read. It's quick and humorous, sad at times (dude, her friend DIED in her bed) and entertaining.