Alan Rickman was one of the few celebrities I actually respected. I was hoping to learn more about him reading this, but after reading a few pages, unfortunately I can't see myself enjoying it. 

I was hoping for some more introspection, but it's just descriptions of his day with a load of celebs being name dropped. Completely fine as a personal diary, not so great to read. Also, the entries are so short that it's a pretty jarring read.

I also find it a bit weird that he never actually consented to having his diary shared... I assume it was his wife who decided to share them, and she would know his general feelings on things, but it does still feel weird that he never agreed to his most private thoughts being aired.