Ebook {Epub PDF} Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget by Sarah Hepola

BLACKOUT, the debut memoir by Salon editor Sarah Hepola, is one such memoir. It’s as lyrically written as a literary novel, as tightly wound as a thriller, as well-researched as a work of investigative journalism, and as impossible to put down as, well, a cold beer on a hot day.”. — Chicago Tribune. ing memoir Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget, Sarah Hepola describes several such blackouts in the course of her lifelong relationship with alcohol. Hepola’s first taste came when she was just 7 years old sneaking sips of beer. She recounts an immediate in .  · Sarah Hepola's new memoir, Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget, begins with the sound of her high heels clicking down a corridor in a Paris hotel lobby after an evening spent downing cognac, wine, and oysters on assignment with a hefty per diem. Anyone watching her, she writes, would "simply see a woman on her way to somewhere else, with no idea her memory had just Brand: Grand Central Publishing.

Buy Blackout: Remembering the things I drank to forget by Hepola, Sarah (ISBN: ) from Amazon's Book Store. Everyday low prices and free delivery on eligible orders. Get this from a library! Blackout: remembering the things I drank to forget. [Sarah Hepola] -- A memoir of unblinking honesty and poignant, laugh-out-loud humor, BLACKOUT is the story of a woman stumbling into a new kind of adventure⁰́₄the sober life she never wanted. Shining a light into her. Sarah Hepola - Blackout. Sarah Hepola - Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget 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.

After Years Of Blackouts, A Writer Remembers What She 'Drank To Forget'. "I think sometimes you have to quit times to make the st time stick," says author Sarah Hepola, author of Blackout. Hepola describes how blackouts stole her time, ruined friendships, put her in danger, and did not let their brain form memories. Poof, blackouts made her disappear from herself for hours. The world saw her, but she couldn't see herself. She was unconscious but was acting like she was conscious. Sarah Hepola's new memoir, Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget, begins with the sound of her high heels clicking down a corridor in a Paris hotel lobby after an evening spent downing cognac, wine, and oysters on assignment with a hefty per diem. Anyone watching her, she writes, would "simply see a woman on her way to somewhere else, with no idea her memory had just snapped in half.".