This book made me cry, no joke. But only out of sadness for what we've lost; the book itself is a rapid delight, and I read it in about an hour and a half. Fisher is so fast, witty, and sharp, and the jokes pepper every paragraph. It's a loosely shaped memoir, skipping around to the anecdotes she feels like telling, without much of a central narrative, but each chapter is a lot of fun. The promised "drowned by moonlight, strangled by her own bra" comes about halfway through and showcases her incredible humour and resilience and I loved it.
I didn't actually cry at that part, though, but at the piece where she speaks about her mother, Debbie Reynolds, pointing at things in her home and declaring that she wants Carrie, or her brother Todd, to take them when she dies. Knowing as I read it that she would outlive her daughter made me irrepressibly sad, and it was extra difficult to read Fisher's sarcastic humour as I read about something that I knew would end up causing her mother incredible pain.
Wishful Drinking was a lot of fun, and I'm glad I read it. Four stars from me, and I look forward to reading more of Carrie Fisher's stuff, including the novels I didn't know she had written. Basically, I feel like I need to follow up with her career a lot further now... I continue to mourn what we've lost with her passing. She was so fierce and proud and wonderful, and her writing really showcases that.
This review has been crossposted to CannonballRead, a race to read and review 52 books this year!
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