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This was, without a doubt, one of the hardest books I’ve ever read. Not because of the writing or anything like that, but because of the content—particularly the last 30 pages.
I pre-ordered this book as soon as I heard it was being released. I’ve always liked Todd Fisher and he’s shown his true character in the months since Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds passed away. I knew he’d write a thorough, honest account of his life with “his girls.”
Yet the thing that surprised me the most about this book was how much Todd wrote about his own life. This isn’t a sleazy tell-all book about Debbie and Carrie. It’s a love letter to them—his life has revolved around his mother and sister since the day he was born. Make no mistake, this book is his life story—Carrie and Debbie were just a huge, massive part of his life.
This memoir is filled with 400 pages of memories, big and small. You really get a sense of who these two amazing women were—the good, the bad, and the ugly. He didn’t hold anything back, and always wrote from a place of love.
Much to my relief, the final 30 pages outlining Carrie’s and Debbie’s deaths were handled with respect and dignity. He was honest about what happened, but never gave any unnecessary, overly-private details. Even when he said that Billie Lourd, Carrie’s daughter, made the final decision, he wrote about her bravery and her love for her mother—the ability to make that impossible decision shows just how much she loves her mother.
Overall, I’m glad I read this book—truly. I may not read the last 30 pages again anytime soon—or ever—but during the hard times, I can take comfort from Todd’s beautiful memories of his girls.