I love Alan Rickman, and the start of this book with an opening from Emma Thompson just broke me and left me in tears. But those are the two reasons this book is getting more than 1 star.

It is not so much a biography, it is a dairy. Which is fine. But it leaves the reader to cherry pick and I just feel that since the 6 years (almost 7) he died, something much better could have been made. Rickman wasn't the type for being extra, so I can see why they decided to keep it plain simple and true, but as a reader this was not satisfying.