I’m not sure what I was expecting when I decided to read a book by Carrie Fisher. I’d never heard of her, but the back of the book mentioned she’s an actress, which doesn’t necessarily mean she can write books. It often seems like once people become famous they tend to think they can do anything they want, and do it brilliantly. I mean, look at all the soap stars that go on to become singers. (By the way, in case anyone cares a quick Google search tells me Carrie Fisher is most famous for her role as Princess Leia in Star Wars. That’d be why I’ve never heard of her then!). The book was cheap though and I’d run out of things to read, so I thought I’d give it a try.
Basically it’s chick lit. Girl meets boy, girl and boy move in together, girl loses boy then then discovers she’s pregnant. Nothing that hasn’t been done before then. Cora, the mother in question, decides to go on with the pregnancy then starts writing letters to the unborn child just in case anything happens to her. Again, nothing that hasn’t been done before. However, the book is actually rather good. Well written and interesting. For example, I liked this: “Even though it was generally accepted that you pressed your genitals together with someone and after a stretch of time and considerable discomfort a tiny human was born, in her heart she could not believe it was so. That babies were a result of sex.”
So, chick lit, but of the better kind. Interesting, well written and while it isn’t exactly life-changing, it was quite nice for whiling away the hours while stuck on a tram going to work. OK, it gets a bit silly towards the end but I’ve read worse books.
That’s my opinion anyway. The Amazon reviewers label it variously as “boring” “stupid” and “trying too hard”, but this is my blog and I say Delusions of Grandma is ok 🙂
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