Size 12 Is Not Fat
So, I didn’t realize until I was almost done with this book that Meg Cabot is also the author who wrote The Princess Diaries. I haven’t read those books, but I’ve seen the movies and loved them, so I’m not surprised that I liked this book. Really liked it.
This was another book I ordered from PBS right after I joined. I was just browsing through their listings, looking for anything interesting, and stumbled across it. The description sounded awesome and I agreed with the title: Size 12 is not fact, actually. I used to be a size 12 once (before I became a size 14) so I should know. The sequel is called Size 14 Is Not Fat Either, so I just ordered that too, because, you know, size 14 isn’t fat either.
Anydovebar, this book was really good. You’ve got yourself a washed up pop princess, Heather Wells, who isn’t full of herself, gets a down to earth job in a residence hall, and becomes something of an amateur sleuth when the girls in her residence hall start dying by elevator surfing. Heather knows girls don’t elevator surf, though, so they must have been murdered. But by who? Exactly the kind of mystery I like. It keeps to you guess, but isn’t too complicated to follow along.
The characters were lovable (except for the murderer, obviously), the setting was pretty awesome, and the plot thickened at just the right points. The climax of the book was my favorite part. Cabot didn’t just find a way to end her mystery novel like so many other chick-lit authors do. There were twists and turns and spanned a few chapters, not a few pages. It made finishing the book fast and enjoyable.
It’s a few years old, but if you haven’t gotten around to this book yet, I definitely suggest reading this one.