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“She wanted so to be tranquil, to be someone who took walks in the late-afternoon sun, listening to the birds and crickets and feeling the whole world breathe. Instead, she lived in her head like a madwoman locked in a tower, hearing the wind howling through her hair and waiting for someone to come and rescue her from feeling things so deeply that her bones burned.”

Quote by Carrie Fisher

Work

Postcards From the Edge

This novel delves into the life of a famous actress as she navigates the complexities of her career and personal struggles with addiction. The narrative is a blend of humor and drama, offering a candid look at the challenges faced by those in the entertainment world. more

Author

Carrie Fisher
Carrie Fisher

Carrie Fisher (October 21, 1956 – December 27, 2016) was an American actress, writer, and screenwriter, best known for her iconic role as Princess Leia in the Star Wars franchise. Born into a show business family, she was the daughter of actress Debbie Reynolds and singer Eddie Fisher. Fisher's portrayal of the strong-willed princess made her a global pop culture icon. Beyond acting, she was a talented author, writing the semi-autobiographical novel Postcards from the Edge. She was also a vocal advocate for mental health awareness, openly discussing her struggles with bipolar disorder and addiction. Fisher passed away from a heart attack at age 60, leaving behind a legacy of wit, resilience, and inspiration. more

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