I finished Blackout by Hepola. Well written, honest, and really moving. I know she struggled with a real disorder, but so much of the book reeked of first world problems. It's hard to empathize with people like that for me sometimes. Or maybe that's what alcoholism always is, self created problems regardless of real world status. One other takeaway was the value of friends in her life and how well she kept in touch with people. Im terrible at long distance, going to work on that over the holiday.
Next up is some good horror fiction. I'm watching the returned so its got me in a creepy mood.