Every time I see you
I get a Sugar Rush
You're like candy
You give me a Sugar Rush
Don't tell me to stay on my diet
You have simply got to try it
Heather Wells used to be minor rock star, a tween sensation at sixteen. Then she lost her recording contract when she asked to record her own songs (dismissed by her label as "angry girl rocker shit"), lost her cheating rocker boyfriend to an up-and-coming sensation, and lost all her money to her mother who fled the country with it!
Thirteen years later, looking to build a life for herself that has nothing to do with her rock star past, Heather becomes one of New York College's assistant residence hall directors (free classes, natch). When her residents start dying in ways the police dismiss as mere college hijinks gone terribly wrong, Heather knows it must be murder and that it's up to her to discover the killer's identity before more girls die.
Size Twelve is Not Fat is fun, chatty, cute, and pretty darn ridiculous. I grinned the entire time I read it -- even when I was rolling my eye's at Heather's obsession with her hunky private investigator landlord (who just happens to be her ex-fiance's brother!) or the repetitive jokes.
I enjoyed it enough that I know I'll read the sequels, but not so much that I'd press this book on other readers. I guess I'm trying to say it's a fun and ridiculous read, but not an exactly memorable one. I finished Size Twelve is Not Fat two days ago and it's already fading from my memory, leaving nothing but a warm, fuzzy glow behind. And that's fine, you know.
Size 12 is Not Fat by Meg Cabot (William Morrow, 2005)