Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget Item Preview remove-circle ... Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget by Sarah Hepola. She's like a good friend spilling secrets you don't really want to hear. Captivating and inspiring.” ", Biography & Autobiography / Personal Memoirs, Self-help / Substance Abuse & Addictions / Alcohol. A curtain falling in the middle of the act, leaving minutes and sometimes hours in the dark. her own sobriety is as funny and fearless as her drinking days. — Chicago Tribune, “Hepola refuses to uncomplicate the complicated, one of her memoir’s greatest strengths. Yes, we see the familiar recovery story arc — I drank too much, I hit bottom, I found AA — but with it comes a deep dive into the shame, fear and perfectionism that tilt so many women toward defiant self-destruction with the goal of annihilating the confused flawed self to emerge different, better. It’s possible you don’t know what I’m talking about. . — Meghan Daum, author of THE UNSPEAKABLE: AND OTHER SUBJECTS OF DISCUSSION, “This is a book about welcoming yourself back from a long absence. "—Dallas Observer "I love a recovery memoir, just in general, but Sarah Hepola's 'Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget', is an absolute stand-out in the genre. I don’t mean to suggest I’m brave. A second ago, we were laughing in the cab. [a] tour de force.” — Kirkus Reviews, starred review, “Her true bravery emerges in this memoir’s witty candor. It mines intimate, personal experiences to raise bigger questions, tell a bigger story, help readers understand themselves, their circumstances, their world. A book about freedom that will help set others free as well.” But if you’re like me, you know the thunderbolt of waking up to discover a blank space where pivotal scenes should be. He gives an annoyed laugh. “You don’t need to be a reformed problem drinker to appreciate Hepola’s gripping memoir about the years she lost to alcohol-and the self she rediscovered once she quit.” I don’t know how much time I lose in this darkness. The streets are a smear through the window. It’s cold, and we are squished together on the vinyl seat, too lit to care about the intimacy of our limbs. It seems like the polite thing to do. Somewhere near midnight, I tumble into a cab with my friend and the night starts to stutter and skip. Can this be right? A rollicking and raw account of binge-drinking, blacking out and getting sober.” By Summary Station. But one is louder than the others. This rare bird is the Southern belle of literature: forceful, punctilious, beautiful. — Washington Post, “A memoir that’s good and true is a work of art that stands the literary test of time and also serves a purpose in the present.
©2020 Interabang Books | All Rights Reserved, NOT IN STOCK - Usually arrives in 7 - 14 business days, "Painfully honest, occasionally tragic and frequently hilarious. I’m drinking cognac—the booze of kings and rap stars—and I love how the snifter sinks between the crooks of my fingers, amber liquid sloshing up the sides as I move it in a figure eight. . . I admire this book tremendously.” . Not a goddamn thing. . It’s like the universe dropped me into someone else’s body. “You really know how to wear a guy out,” he says. — The Huffington Post, “This is a must-read for recovering addicts; for women susceptible to the glamour of being modern and independent; for anyone who has had a difficult past, and who wants to heal, but who wants mostly to laugh at themselves.
— Entertainment Weekly (grade: A), “Wry, spirited. Her honesty, and her ultimate success, will inspire anyone who knows a change is needed but thinks it may be impossible. Even the most banal moments are beautiful, elevated, and resonate across the human experience.” — Anne Lamott, author of SMALL VICTORIES and TRAVELING MERCIES, “Sarah Hepola is my favorite kind of memoirist. I collapse beside him and weave my legs through his. —San Antonio Express-News "An incisive, funny look backward at life. Hepola dissects herself with razor-sharp powers of observation and self-awareness, in a voice that is intelligent and remarkably free of self-pity. My heels clickety-clak across the whitestone. Or what takes place. She is a reporter with a poet’s instincts, an anthropologist of her own soul. I don’t want him thinking I’m just another American girl wasted in Paris. .
She’s that smart, witty friend you want to have dinner with. And then, there is nothing. In literature, it’s the question that launches grand journeys, because heroes are often dropped into deep, dark jungles and forced to machete their way out. My evenings come with trapdoors. This happens to me sometimes. Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget | Summary.
— Dallas Observer, “A poignant and revealing look into the mind of an alcoholic. — Bustle, “Alcoholism is a difficult subject to tackle, but Sarah Hepola does so with grace and candor in this memoir about her own struggle with addiction. — Bookish, “The writing is incredibly smart and maintains a level of intensity you don’t often find in long-form memoirs….BLACKOUT is an enthralling interrogation of a life. It’s that time of night when every floor has a banana peel, and if I’m not careful, I might find my face against the ground, my hands braced beside me, and I’ll have to explain to the concierge how clumsy and hilarious I am. Slightly balding, but he has kind eyes. What fulfills me? . The portrait is stunningly honest and racy at times. . . They glisten in the low light. But for the blackout drinker, it’s the question that launches another shitty Saturday. I trace a knuckle down the side of his face. . A treasure trove of hard truths mined from a life soaked in booze.” How did we get back so fast? Publication date 2015 Publisher Grand Central Publishing Collection ... Page-progression lr Pages 250 Ppi 300 Republisher_date I’m in Paris on a magazine assignment, which is exactly as great as it sounds. — The Rumpus, “A razor-sharp memoir that reveals the woman behind the wine glass. . — Emily Rapp, author of THE STILL POINT OF THE TURNING WORLD. Modern, raw, and painfully real-and even hilarious.
. Who are you, and why are we fucking? Publication Date: June 7, 2016. Hepola avoids the tropes of the ‘getting sober’ confessional and takes us into unexplored territory, revealing what it’s like to begin again — and actually like the person you see in the mirror.” I read this book upon recommendation from a friend and I have to be honest and say that I don't know how I feel about it. A memoir of unblinking honesty and poignant, laugh-out-loud humor, Blackout is the story of a woman stumbling into a new kind of adventure -- the sober life she never wanted.For Sarah Hepola, alcohol was "the gasoline of all adventure."
And now, I’m standing on the street alone. All Rights Reserved. I thought it was well-written and a good read but I never felt that ... Read full review, Blackout is the memoir of Sarah Hepola a writer who has had a love affair with alcohol since a young age—but who experiences the additional effect of blackouts with her drinking—losing hours of her ... Read full review. . . She leans into me, the bundle of scarf around her face. As I lie in the crook of his arm, I have so many questions. I walk through the front door of my hotel, into the bright squint of the lobby.
Excerpt: City of Light I’m in Paris on a magazine assignment, which is exactly as great as it sounds. It’s a memoir, but its author is not its main character; she is a new person sprung from the ashes of another one whose alcoholic self-erasure she describes with painful honesty and charming humor. The taxi meter, a red blur. — People, “Summer’s Best Books”, “Alcohol was the fuel of choice during Hepola’s early years as a writer, but after too many nights spent falling down staircases, sleeping with men she didn’t remember the next day, and narrowly surviving countless other near disasters, she fought her way clear of addiction and dared to face life without a drink in hand.” The book engages universal questions — Where do I belong? Like swirling the ocean in the palm of my hand. Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget by Sarah Hepola is a memoir that chronicles the misadventures and dangers of the author’s 25 yearlong battle with alcoholism during which time she was a regular blackout drinker. — MORE Magazine, “Hepola is an enchanting storyteller who writes in a chummy voice. The guy isn’t bad-looking. Other Editions of This Title: Digital Audiobook (6/22/2015) Hardcover (6/23/2015) CD-Audio (6/23/2015)
“You just said you wanted to stay.”. As the room comes into focus, my body completes its erotic pantomime. Hepola moves beyond the analysis of her addiction, making this the story of every woman’s fight to be seen for who she really is. He strokes my hair, and brings my hand to his lips, and if anyone were watching us, we would look like two people in love. . . one of the best memoirs I’ve read. .
I read this book upon recommendation from a friend and I have to be honest and say that I don't know how I feel about it.
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