2013 **** 298 pages
The untimely passing of Carrie Fisher was a tragic event that was made all the more tragic the very next day, when her mother, Debbie Reynolds, passed away, as well. Apparently, Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds had a very close relationship, and Debbie even mentions in this memoir that she had always had a fear of outliving her daughter. Turns out her fear became a reality, for an entire day, at least. It's morbidly poetic that the two passed away so close together, since they had such a strong relationship. The world of cinema will never be the same, now that they're both gone.
The day after Debbie Reynolds passed away, I went to a local used book store where I had remembered seeing a paperback copy of this book. Sure enough, it was still there. I bought it and raced my way through it, eagerly absorbing the amusing and informative stories laid down by the immense talent that was Debbie Reynolds. I won't deny that parts of it nearly brought me to tears, how haunting parts of it were in the wake of her passing away.
I haven't read Debbie Reynolds's first memoir, which was simply titled Debbie: My Life, but this book picks up where that one left off. It begins in the early 1980s, with Debbie's marriage to her third husband. The first half of the book follows her tumultuous marriage from its normal beginnings to its difficult ending, ultimately bringing its focus to Debbie's extensive memorabilia collection and her decades-long battle to create a museum in which to house and display said collection. In the second half of the book, she takes us back in time to her first beauty pageant, then on a journey through every film she'd ever done, gracing us with plenty of stories to allow us to fall in love with her all over again. Fall in love is exactly what I did while reading this book. I'd already been jokingly called Debbie Reynolds one of my celebrity "girlfriends" as far back as I can remember. After reading this book, learning a lot more about this amazing woman, I can honestly say I wish I could build a time machine, go back to before she married her first husband, Eddie Fisher, and sweep her off her feet. She deserved so much more out of a husband than her three worthless jerks gave her.
This book may not really be the definitive Debbie Reynolds memoir, as the back cover proclaims it to be, but it sure is worth reading if you're a fan of this remarkable woman and all she accomplished in her lifetime.