Fisher has a chatty voice, and is amusing when talking about the effect that Star Wars has had on her life. Her account of how she got the role of Leia, and what it was like filming that first movie, is the most entertaining thing here and I wish there had been more of it. There's a vast chunk of the book, however, that's given over to her affair with Harrison Ford - and it's told through her diary entries at the time. Unfortunately (and unsurprisingly) the adult Fisher is a much better writer than her teen self.

Look, she was nineteen years old. No high-strung nineteen year old in the midst of a love affair is writing a diary filled with good prose. They're writing the kind of overwrought, self-conscious rubbish that should probably be kept from the light of day. Most of what her diary entries evoked in me was relief that any journal attempts I made as a teen were short-lived and carefully destroyed. Secondly, they acted as a reminder (along with Tolkien - how many versions of fucking Húrin does one planet actually need?) of why I get rid of any writing drafts when the finished product is done. 

I don't fault her for not being a great writer at nineteen. I do kind of wonder what her adult self was thinking when she decided to share that not-so-great writing, though. Money, probably, and I can't really blame her for that.