In 2015, Debbie Reynolds penned this lovely book about her experiences in Hollywood. Written in a non-linear fashion, Debbie dishes on her experience in Hollywood from the fifties to, well, a couple of years ago. She talks about fabulous parties, her love of performing, and her relationships with countless celebrities such as Lucille Ball, Judy Garland, Milton Berle, Elizabeth Taylor, Frank Sinatra . . . the list goes on and on. She offers a rare glimpse into celebrity interactions of days long passed. Reading this made me feel like I was listening to an elderly aunt talk about the good ol' days. Better to remember her in this light than her failed Las Vegas casino from not that long ago.
Unless you've been living totally off the grid, you are aware of the deaths of Carrie Fisher and Debbie Reynolds within days of each other in 2016. Carrie, of course, is Debbie's only daughter. It was the stuff TMZ is made for. Sadly, Debbie wraps up her memoir by stating: "It feels like I'm coming full circle with my children and grandchild." She also says: "Carrie is acting and writing. I believe her best work is still ahead of her." Oh boy. More chilling, in reference to her granddaughter, she states: "I pray I'll be here to see her fly. I'll always look after her, even if it's in a heavenly way." RIP Debbie. Hopefully, you're cutting a rug with Gene Kelly and making everybody laugh in the big cocktail party in the sky.