Blackout: Remembering the Things I Drank to Forget

I felt like this book started out strongly, but fizzled for me. I really liked the narrator at first and felt like she was articulately and heartbreakingly describing her addiction. I really struggled with the second half though- I was put off by her discussions of religion and weight. I felt like she gave addiction a lot of empathy but couldn't find that same empathy with other topics that certainly deserve empathy, too. I just kinda soured it for me.