In this autobiography, Carrie Fisher takes us on a rollicking trip through her famous upbringing by famous parents, her struggles with drugs and alcohol, and electro-convulsive therapy.
I highly recommend you listen to the audiobook version of Wishful Drinking for the joy of hearing Carrie Fisher herself narrate with gusto.
She has a way with words and I often laughed out loud to her bon mots. Here are some of the best:
How many gay Republic drug users do you know? Oh, thatâ€™s right. Lots and lots.
My mother is a good person. Much like Sarah Palin, only smarter.
Not that it matters, but my mother is not a lesbian, okay? Sheâ€™s just a really, REALLY bad heterosexual.
When I got this job, they told me I had to lose 10 pounds. Well, I weighed about 105 at the time, but to be fair, I carried about 50 of those pounds in my face. So you know what a good idea would be? Give me a hairstyle that further widens my already wide face! So you see, George Lucas is a sadist. But like any abused child wearing a metal bikini chained to a giant slug about to die, I keep coming back for more.
If you can get Paul Simon to write a song about you, DO IT! Because he is so brilliant at it.
From her daughterâ€™s birth announcement: Someone summered in my stomach, someone’s fallen through my legs. To make an infant omelet, simply scramble sperm and eggs.
Just like in The Princess Diarist, Fisher pulls the reader in with her witty charm.
Itâ€™s easy to get lost in a haze of sentimentality since sheâ€™s effectively speaking to us from her fresh grave, but forget that heartbreak for a moment and just reflect on the talent and self-effacing humor this woman has.
Her words are just so damn good. Even more so than her acting, Iâ€™m a big fan of Fisher as an author.
Insert stupid pun here about how she Leias on the charm.