When Hollywood snubbed her for daring to get old and *gasp* fat, she reiterated why I adored her by giving them the middle finger (and eventually reprising the role that made her famous). Not because she kicked ass in a galaxy far far away, but because somehow she managed to kick it just by being herself. I read this book when I was basically a kid and Carrie Fisher became my hero.
Postcards from the Edge is a semi-autobiographical story about Carrie after coming out of a stint in rehab.
(Confession: I'm not a ginormous Star Wars fan myself.) I am a huge Carrie Fisher fan, though, and it's mainly due to this book. That sounds hateful, but I don't really give a shit mean it to be. Carrie Fisher died today and now the interwebs are exploding with billions of fangirls who never watched a Star Wars movie until the Manic Pixies told them they should.
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