In Lindsay Hunter's achingly funny, fiercely honest second novel, Eat Only When You're Hungry, we meet Greg - an overweight fifty-eight-year-old and the father of Greg Junior, GJ, who has been missing for three weeks. GJ's been an addict his whole adult life, disappearing for days at a time, but for some reason this absence feels different, and Greg has convinced himself that he's the only one who can find his son. So he rents an RV and drives from his home in West Virginia to the outskirts of Orlando, Florida, the last place GJ was seen. As we travel down the streets of the bizarroland that is Florida, the urgency to find GJ slowly recedes into the background, and the truths about Greg's mistakes - as a father, a husband, a man - are uncovered.

In Eat Only When You're Hungry, Hunter elicits complex sympathy for her characters, asking the reader to take a closer look at the way we think about addiction-why we demonize the junkie but turn a blind eye to drinking a little too much or eating too much-and the fallout of failing ourselves.