I rarely cry. I save my feelings up inside me like I have something more specific in mind for them. *1.5 stars I was so close to DNFing this book but since I enjoyed Carrie Fisher’s non-fiction books, I stayed with this one until the end. The main characters was just rambling for 231 pages. I didn’t care about the characters and it was a narrative I couldn’t connect with. There wasn’t a real plot either. Meh.
Postcards from the Edgevon Carrie FisherPocket
