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Heather Wells Rocks! Or, at least, she did. That was before she left the pop-idol life behind after she gained a dress size or two, and lost a boyfriend, a recording contract, and her life savings (when Mom took the money and ran off to Argentina). Now that the glamour and glory days of endless mall appearances are in the past, Heather's perfectly happy with her new size 12 shape (the average for the American woman!) and her new job as an assistant dorm director at one of New York's top colleges. That is, until the dead body of a female student from Heather's residence hall is discovered at the bottom of an elevator shaft. The cops and the college president are ready to chalk the death off as an accident, the result of reckless youthful mischief. But Heather knows teenage girls and girls do not elevator surf. Yet no one wants to listen, not the police, her colleagues, or the P.I. who owns the brownstone where she lives, even when more students start turning up dead in equally ordinary and subtly sinister ways. So Heather makes the decision to take on yet another new career: as spunky girl detective! But her new job comes with few benefits, no cheering crowds, and lots of liabilities, some of them potentially fatal. And nothing ticks off a killer more than a portly ex-pop star who's sticking her nose where it doesn't belong.… (more)
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Review: I am of two minds about this book, and it is making it hard to come to a single conclusion, or even a single star rating. Let's start with the good mind, and save the annoyed, angry, snarly mind for later, shall we?
As a fluffy murder mystery, this book was great. I was pulled into the story right away, stayed good and hooked throughout, staying up well past my bedtime to race through to the end. I totally fell for some of the red herrings, and there were enough clues given out that I could eventually put together who the real bad guy was only a page or two before the main character did. Those are all hallmarks of a good, compelling mystery. There's also a sizeable dollop of romance stirred into the mix, and Cabot can certainly write an appealing leading man (see: Jesse from the Mediator series... although Cooper's almost as good).
The tone of the book is a little confusing - it reads like a young adult novel, but the narrator is 28, which is old for your typical YA heroine - but if it's not YA, then it's pretty juvenile chick lit. The writing is full of little tics that I think are supposed to be cute but come off as annoying. Heather correcting herself every single time she mentions her dorm "(Um, I mean residence hall)" gets old after chapter one, and there are several similar repeated motifs that are no less obnoxious. But ignoring those, the writing's easy and light, accentuating the fun fluffiness of the book.
But despite how fun and fluffy and compelling I found the murder mystery, this book has a problem. A big problem. In fact, a size 12 problem.
So. The title, Size 12 is Not Fat, is a statement of opinion. An opinion which, according to her author's note at the end, Ms. Cabot seems to share. Heather is certainly frequently telling other characters (and the reader) that size 12 is not fat, it is in fact the size of the average American woman, that it's possible to be a size 12 and still be perfectly healthy. All of which a) is true, and b) seems to promote a sane, sensible, anti-sizeist message of body acceptance. That's the message the book seems to want to put out.
Unfortunately, that's not the message the book actually puts out. Heather cannot go for three pages without mentioning HoHos or Dove Bars, the exercise routine she is so proud of consists of walking between bakeries, and she prefers baths to showers because she is "too lazy to stand up that long." (Yes, that's an actual quote. No, I'm not kidding. I wish I were.) Instead of being happy with herself the way she is, Heather's constantly acting defensive about her size, and bitchy towards those smaller than she is. And instead of giving us a character who is actually healthy and still a size 12, Cabot seems to be implying that if Heather got off of her lazy ass and knocked it off with the Doritos, she wouldn't be a size 12 anymore. To me, it read as if Cabot wanted to pay lip-service to the self-acceptance message embodied in her title, but secretly believes that size 12... is kind of fat (read: bad). Which: I call shenanigans. I call shenanigans on that bullshit so hard. It's angry-making, especially since it's disguised in a package that promises acceptance and positivity.
So, there's my dilemna. Do I give it a high rating because of the compelling murder mystery, or do I give it a low rating because of the rage-inducing hypocrisy? I suppose I split the difference: 3.5 out of 5 stars.
Recommendation: Gah, I don't know. I can't really call it an "enjoyable" read when it made my blood boil in parts, but if you could turn on a mental filter so that all you got was the mystery and romance parts, then it's quite good. You're on your own for this one, dependent on how strongly this sort of thing pushes your buttons.
Heather Wells, the protagonist, is a former teen pop star, based on Britney Spears (pre-meltdown). She lost everything, and is starting over. She takes a job
She's making it, dodging people who keep asking "Do I know you?," co-workers who know all about her most painful moments thanks to the tabloid press, and her former fiance, another teen idol who just won't go away and let her get on with her life. Then, she gets a call that there is a dead body in her residence hall.
The death is put down to stupid undergrad risk-taking, but that doesn't seem right to Heather. And when the same thing happens with the next dead freshman, she's more convinced than ever that someone is killing off her charges, and she's determined to put a stop to it.
This was a quick read. Heather is an engaging character, with a distinctive voice, and she comes across as likeable and easy to identify with. The supporting cast is also well-written. I had some qualms about the murderer - trying not to spoiler, but the motivation relied heavily on hurtful and generally inaccurate stereotypes.
This isn't great literature, and I won't be searching out the next volumes in the series immediately, but I won't run away from them either, and I will probably grab the next one the next time I'm going to spend the day in a waiting room.
The writing was fun to read. I can completely picture someone speaking that way, behaving that way, etc, and it is much like how I would, you know, talk. (and yes the "you know" did pop up in the book and is in fact something I do say!).
Great book. I will definitely be reading the next book in the series as well
If you're looking for a fluffy chick lit mystery that you can breeze through while on the beach, this is it.
I thought it was a really fun book for the most part. Light and fluffy - very predictable - but I enjoyed the ride all the same.
Another great Meg Cabot story, and Who can reseist them?
Finished today, and started a day ago.
This was a fun, fast read for me that I really enjoyed. Heather wasn't the perfect main character which was nice to read about and you couldn't help but identify with her and certain points in the story. It was definitely a cozy mystery...nothing gruesome or anything like that. It was a good change of pace for me and I'm looking forward to reading the next book in this series. There was an afterwards when the story was over telling about where the author gets her ideas from books, etc. It really made me interested in reading other books by Meg Cabot and even her young adult ones like The Princess Diaries. More books to add to my evergrowing TBR list, right???