I just read Carrie Fisher's book Wishful Drinking. I enjoyed it. It wasn't "great," but it wasn't a waste of time. It was funny, and it was sad.
I suppose it's okay to laugh, since she's the one writing the book and doing the stage performance about her life. Sometimes though, I wonder. I wonder if she wants us to laugh, and if so, how much? I wonder how many people won't even think about it?
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