<DIV><B>‘I don’t hate hardly ever, and when I love, I love for miles and miles . . .’ </B>Carrie Fisher in <I>Shockaholic</I><BR/><B>[<I>Shockaholic</I>] is the finest, funniest, chronicler of the maddest celebrity mores. </B><I>Sunday Times</I><BR/><BR/><B>By the time Carrie Fisher wrote </B><B><I>Shockaholic</I>, it had been a roller coaster of a few years </B>since her Tony- and Emmy-nominated, <B>one-woman Broadway show</B> and New York Times bestselling book <B><I>Wishful Drinking</I></B><B>. </B><BR/><BR/> The electro-convulsive <B>shock therapy </B>she's been undergoing is threatening to wipe out (what's left of) her memory. She lost her beloved father, <B>Eddie Fisher</B>, but also her once-upon-a-very-brief-time stepmother, <B>Elizabeth Taylor</B>, as well as over forty pounds of unwanted flesh, all the while <B>staying sober</B> and sane-ish.<BR/><BR/> Yes, of course, <B>Shockaholic</B> is laugh-out-loud funny, acerbic, and witty as hell.