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A review by delmarvelous
Size 12 Is Not Fat by Meg Cabot
3.0
I tried to read this book several years ago and did not make it through the first few chapters. However, my tastes have since broadened, so I decided to give it another shot. I am really glad I did!
The main character, Heather Wells, is another one of Meg Cabot's quirky, relatable creations. She is a former pop star turned residence hall assistant director at New York College, and is the only one who seems to realize the deaths in Fischer Hall are murders not accidents. Wells sets out to unravel the mystery with a host of characters by her side: annoying co-workers; a hunky P.I./landlord/potential love interest (you know, in her dreams); a former back-up dancer/best friend; a gruff security guard; and an ex-fiance who can't seem to leave her alone.
While I did not agree with all of Wells' decisions, it was fun to read a book where the main character stumbled upon one misadventure after another. Honestly, if I was suddenly called upon to be a detective of sorts, I would probably go about it the same way Wells did. Actually, I would probably use even less finesse— which is terrifying to think about. I thoroughly enjoy reading books where the main character solves problems using concepts way beyond my understanding, but it is refreshing to see what a passionate, stubborn, ridiculous, and lucky gal can do, too.
The book is good for a laugh. It also highlights the ridiculous size culture of this country and reminds the reader having a Dove ice cream bar…or two…or three is not a crime— unlike murdering people and making it look like an accident.
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The main character, Heather Wells, is another one of Meg Cabot's quirky, relatable creations. She is a former pop star turned residence hall assistant director at New York College, and is the only one who seems to realize the deaths in Fischer Hall are murders not accidents. Wells sets out to unravel the mystery with a host of characters by her side: annoying co-workers; a hunky P.I./landlord/potential love interest (you know, in her dreams); a former back-up dancer/best friend; a gruff security guard; and an ex-fiance who can't seem to leave her alone.
While I did not agree with all of Wells' decisions, it was fun to read a book where the main character stumbled upon one misadventure after another. Honestly, if I was suddenly called upon to be a detective of sorts, I would probably go about it the same way Wells did. Actually, I would probably use even less finesse— which is terrifying to think about. I thoroughly enjoy reading books where the main character solves problems using concepts way beyond my understanding, but it is refreshing to see what a passionate, stubborn, ridiculous, and lucky gal can do, too.
The book is good for a laugh. It also highlights the ridiculous size culture of this country and reminds the reader having a Dove ice cream bar…or two…or three is not a crime— unlike murdering people and making it look like an accident.
www.partylikeabookworm.wordpress.com