Hunger Point: A Novel

Hunger Point: A Novel

by Jillian Medoff


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ISBN-13: 9780060989231
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Publication date: 12/26/2017
Edition description: Reprint
Pages: 384
Product dimensions: 5.31(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.86(d)

About the Author

Jillian Medoff is the author of the national bestseller I COULDN'T LOVE YOU MORE, as well as the novels GOOD GIRLS GONE BAD and HUNGER POINT. A former fellow at MacDowell, Blue Mountain Center, VCCA, and Fundación Valparaiso, she has an MFA from NYU. In addition to writing fiction, Jillian has a long career in management consulting and is currently a Senior Consultant at the Segal Group, where she advises clients on all aspects of the employee experience.

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Look at these breasts! They're huge!" I grew up jealous of my mother's love affair with food. Other families gathered around the dinner table to discuss report cards and whose turn it was to walk the dog. When I was a kid, the meal itself took center stage, and food was treated like a favored child.

"Can you believe how big they are? They're absolutely to die for!"

The meal continued with my mother's running commentary on every aspect of those breasts: how my father should have marinated them in barbecue sauce, not soy, because they taste too salty, no? and Frannie! Don't eat the skin. You won't lose weight if you eat the skin.

"We're eating, Mom," she'd say to my grandmother, who had the uncanny ability to call just as we sat down. "Chicken. Absolutely delicious. Marinated in some soy thing. Yes, the girls are here, but some of us are on diets"—she glanced at me, a narrow eyebrow raised—"so no skin." She nestled the phone in her neck to tell us that Grandma didn't want us to worry about our weight, we're skinny enough as it is.

She got up, waving her fork in the air like a baton. "No, I am listening. I heard every word." She lifted the breast from her plate and walked through the kitchen. Wrapped in the phone cord, she picked off the meat with her long red nails. She gnawed on the bone, sucking off what she could, then threw it out and hung up, the receiver streaked with a faint oval of grease.

"Grandma says hi. God, this chicken is so good, it's like a sickness with me." She canvassed the table as we ate. "Frannie!" she yelped. "What are you doing?!" I froze in my seat. And slowly, so slowly, I loosened my grip onthe forbidden skin and slid it palm-down onto my sister Shelly's plate. "Dear," she said with annoyance. "I love the skin more than you, but do you see me eating it? It's fattening."

When we were very young the amount of food we could consume was an endless source of amusement. "A whole half a steak!" my grandmother exclaimed as Shelly fisted a piece of sirloin. "A whole half a steak! Where does she put it?" She shook her head in fascination and delight. "Shelly's got your appetite, Marsha!" she said proudly. "Now stand back, let the child eat."

By elementary school, my ability to consume seven Twinkies in one sitting was no longer cute. "Frannie, you're getting fat," my mom said solemnly. "You're too pretty to be heavy. You want boys to like you, don't you?" The word fat assumed a meaning as deadly as cancer. Getting fat was worse than losing your job, worse than being jilted at the altar, worse than living in a trailer park and growing up without shoes. "You need to start watching yourself," my mother instructed, "before it's too late."

I went to my first Weight Watchers meeting when I was ten. Shelly, who was eight with soft creamy skin, blond angel hair, blue eyes the color of a cloudless sky, and "legs like a gazelle," stayed home. "We're a team, Frannie," my mother said, lining up in front of the scale. "The first one to lose ten pounds gets a new bathing suit."

I wasn't an ugly kid, nor, looking back, was I particularly fat. I have long, curly brown hair that kinks like moss when it rains, green eyes, and a lot of "those could become melanoma" freckles across my nose and chest. Not your All-American beauty, but certainly not Medusa. Rather than bicker with my mother, I carried the Weight Watchers passbook where they recorded my weight, I listened attentively to the lecture, I even raised my hand once to ask where all the fat went when you lost it. All the chubby women hunched in their folding chairs laughed at my precociousness, but I was genuinely curious. I wanted to know if there was a redistribution between the skinny and the fat; if I had a chance to look like the ladies behind the Clinique counter whose advice my mother sought, or if fat was predetermined like blue eyes and strong bones, and would eventually find its way back.

My father was on the road a lot selling women's sportswear, so my mother served us TV dinners. "Don't eat the potatoes, Frannie. Potatoes are starch. Starch makes you fat." Shelly rarely spoke during meals. She fixated on her aluminum tray as if afraid someone would snatch it away. "Why can't I be on a diet?" she asked. "I need to be on a diet, too." Defiantly, she laid down her fork. My mother reached over. "You don't need anything of the sort. Here"—she scraped the gravy off Shelly's Salisbury steak—"you're dieting. Now eat."

At eleven, I was more interested in calories than in going to the Girl Scout Jamboree and sleeping in a tent. I cut out pictures from Seventeen of girls with perfect thighs, I counted bread servings, I made frothy shakes from powdered skim milk, water, and fifteen cubes of ice. I did leg lifts and donkey kicks on my bedroom floor. In the cafeteria at school, I sat with a turkey sandwich while everyone else ate fish sticks and macaroni and cheese, golden, gloopy, mouth-watering macaroni browned on top with crushed bread crumbs. I was good, so good, I was invincible until Friday nights when I would reward my week with rocky road ice milk, the whole carton, in front of the TV.

When Shelly entered junior high, she was put in a special program for gifted children. She kept to herself, wrote impressive book reports, and started doing weird things with food. She wasn't "shoveling it in," but she did eat large quantities of only one thing. At first, it was turkey or chef salads or giant bowls of Rice-a-Roni. But then it progressed to spaghetti with margarine and hot honey sandwiches. My mother got worried, especially when my sister fell in love with peanut butter milk shakes and, despite her magic legs, put on weight. I was still gaining and losing the same ten pounds, so my mother took control and helped us plan our meals. The three of us sat at the kitchen table; my mom used a calculator to tally our calories, and as she dictated, I wrote down our breakfast, lunch, and dinners neatly on a yellow legal pad:


1/2 cup raisin bran, 1 piece of dry whole wheat toast, 1/2 cup skim milk, 1/2 banana


2 pieces of toast, 4 ounces of water-based tuna, 1 large lettuce leaf, tomato and cucumber slices, 8 carrot sticks, 1 tbsp. vinegar, 1 apple


1/2 dry baked potato, 4 ounces of chicken breast (no skin), string beans without butter, small salad with oil and vinegar, 1 chocolate Alba shake

With boy-girl parties and Seven Minutes in Heaven to deal with, I tried hard to stay on my diet. But sometimes I didn't and always vowed in my diary to get back on track.

November 11—BAD day. Debi Parker got her period in gym. You could see the blood right through her gym suit.


1 piece of toast—no butter, 5 handfuls of dry cereal, 21 M&M's


Skipped lunch (ate all those M&M's)


3 chicken breasts with no skin; 3 pieces of sourdough bread; 12 string beans; lettuce, carrots, and celery with mustard; 1 chocolate Alba shake; 3 bites of pound cake and 3 spoons of ice cream; 12 diet candies; 2 bologna sandwiches with ketchup (eaten in bed)

Dear Frannie, You are a FAT pig. You are TOO FAT. Tomorrow you CAN'T eat ANYTHING. I hate you, you PIG. Signed, Frannie.

My mother was so proud when I lost weight, she called my father in Des Moines, in Scranton, or in Newark while I stood on the scale. "Two pounds this week," she sang into the phone, giddy with success. Shelly cheated all the time and never lost weight. "I thought you wanted to diet, Shelly," my mother moaned. "I'm trying to help you. I have the same problem," she added. "It's genetic."

The best times I had as a kid were during the holidays. My mother got caught up in the spirit of the season and allowed Shelly and me to eat whatever we wanted from Turkey Day all the way to New Year's Eve. My mother is Jewish and my father is Protestant, so we didn't celebrate Christmas or Hanukkah like most people. We didn't go to church, decorate trees, light candles, or spin dreidels. Our family celebrated by eating. We had honey-baked ham, eggnog, and reindeer cookies coated with green and red sprinkles, as well as latkes, matzo ball soup, roasted chicken with crispy, greasy, unbelievably delicious skin. We thanked God for my mother's indulgence and ended the bacchanalia with ceremonial food hangovers and New Year's dieting resolutions. Having no religion never bothered me because I, unlike most children, was exposed to so many culinary possibilities. Even now when people ask about my religion, I just say that in my family we worship the man who invented SnackWell's.


Before the live chat, Jillian Medoff agreed to answer some of our questions:

Q:  What books and authors have influenced you most in your lifetime?

A:  Toni Morrison's Song of Solomon, Philip Roth's Portnoy's Complaint, Wally Lamb's She's Come Undone, John Updike's Rabbit series, especially Rabbit, Run and Rabbit Is Rich, Jane Smiley's A Thousand Acres.

Q:  What is your favorite line to quote from a movie?

A:  "If you don't have any dreams, all you got are nightmares." -- "Diner"

Q:  Write a Haiku.

A:  I see a small child
She smiles at me through tears
I wink and she laughs

(I wish I could add another line -- can we do our own Haiku?)

New Line for modern Haiku:

The mirror hides no secrets.
Get it? The girl in the mirror is me. How cool is that?

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Hunger Point 4.1 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 23 reviews.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This novel made me cry and laugh so many times. The narrating charater Frannie tells her story with wit and sarcasm that make her seem so lifelike. This story holds so many universal truths that I found myself writing down paragraphs and quotes from the characters. The words strike such a deep chord in me. The reader is taken through the downward spiral of self destruction and the fight to regain a sense of self. I highly recommend this book.
sadiebooks on LibraryThing 5 months ago
bad idea buying this book if you ever had an eating disorder.
punkypower on LibraryThing 5 months ago
I have read both "Hunger Point" and "Good Girls Gone Bad." Ater both, I cannot wait to see what Jillian Medoff has planned next.Medoff manages to portray the typical dysfunctional family. Dad is obsesssed with his novelty sales job, and tries and stay out of his overbearing wife's way. Mom would rather be at work, that at home. When she is at home, her main job is watching her daughter's figure. Shelly is the perfect sister. Smart, about to go on to law school, or will the strain of such a perfect life crack her? Finally, Frannie is the thread that holds the family together. The perpetual screw-up; yet the only one who knows what each family member needs."Hunger Point" really hits home to me, because I've struggled with my weight all my life. Even now, I still obsess over food so that I don't go back to the heavy girl I was. I also sympathize with Frannie in feeling that I'll never find the job meant for me
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was significantly better than the movie. Unique as an ED novel because it is the pov of a family member.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
At times this book was confusing , but when you really got into it, and understood it, it ran your emotions. It makes you cry , it makes you laugh and even for some people, feel depressed. The author makes you see and feel the pain the main character frannie is going through. This book is ugly, but really beautiful. I loved it!!!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Try this; and if you dont like it see the movie. I love to watch movies and they help me completely understand and appreciate a book. I hope that youll take my advice and see the movie. I think movies like this arent as popular so you can just Google it,or check it out on youtube. —ODd
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Not a bad story, but not her best. I also didn't like the way it ended. It felt like there was more to be said, so I felt like I was left hanging. I suggest borrowing the book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I hated the ending! Very depressing book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Brilliant! I tore through this book. Hilarious, harrowing, and very smart.
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Guest More than 1 year ago
I thought this book was very very good! I loved reading about frannie's life. But It ended too soon i wish there was a sequel or somthing, cause the book was just over. I but I enjoyed every moment of the book!
Guest More than 1 year ago
I read the book very fast, just because it is one of those books you can not put down. The book was told through the sisters eyes, and how she saw her sister shelly disapearing. I recomend this book to any one struggling or recovery from an eating disorder. It gave a wonderful insight of what anorexia can become. I hope that you all injoy it as much as I did.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book. I just can't put it down. Jillian Medoff is a great writer. I wish she'll have her new book coming out soon.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I love this book. it really covered all the point of veiws of the family, and the daughter suffering from anerexia. It goes into the head of the sufferer and really makes you think. i love this booK!!!!
Guest More than 1 year ago
It didn't take me long to swim into the pages of Hunger Point. The defined character, Frannie is spunky, cynical, and at times hiliarious. Although the book surfaces anorexia, I like how it did not only touch this issue, but i delved deeper into how the disease affects everyone and even haunts her family. Although the novel sometimes lags unnecessarily to great lengths about her sister redundantly, it brings great incite. I reccommend this novel to everyone, not just people with eating disorders.
Guest More than 1 year ago
I am not one who loves to read, but when I began reading this book, I couldn't put it down. This book talks about what most families go through; from eating disorders to divorces. It's a safe and comforting book for ALL to read. It will help you cope if you are going through a hard time because you will realize, you are not alone. I highly recommend Hunger Point!
Guest More than 1 year ago
This is a wonderful book, not only for those who have struggled with anorexia, but for those who have suffered the loss of a loved one or depression. It is one of those books you cannot put down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
After beginning the book 4 days ago, I have just completed it. I couldn't put it down! There were so many issues that are so common in everyday American families, but no one ever writes about them. It also helped me figure out a few things. Like the character 'Frannie', I too lost someone I loved immensely. However, it wasn't my sister. I lost my father, and a year and a half later my fiance passed away. It's been 2 years 9 months since my fiance passed away, and like Frannie I still see him everytime I close my eyes and think about him constantly. I too blamed myself for what happened to him. I recommend this book to ANYONE-whether you've had a similar situation or not. You won't want to stop reading. I know I didn't. I was sad when I got to the end because I wanted to read more.
Guest More than 1 year ago
This was a great novel, especially if you are recovering from an eating disorder. The story of how one family memembers battle with anorexia and depression affects the rest of the family was absolutely awe inspiring. To those of us struggling with eating disorders, it is good reality slap of how this disease affects our family and gave me more ammunition against anorexia and the reinforcement I needed to keep eating. The main character is funny, engaging and I just couldn't put this book down.
Guest More than 1 year ago
this book a like riding a roller coaster. up one minute and down the next. I finally (after reading 3/4th of the way read the last page and thankfully ended this miserable book. The main character is beyond weak, selfish and shallow. UGH.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago