I love Meg Cabot's books, they are for the people who like chick lit and light reads. Although this book has mystery in it, it is not hard core, car chasing, blood poring sort. An annoying cliche that Cabot fell into was making all her characters seem thick by making the protagonist the only one to realise the death was in fact the cause of murder. Although Size 12 is not Fat is considered to be an adult book, I would call it young adult, it can be enjoyable for any girl. The dialogue is basic, the characters have no complexity and the plot is fairly simple with a few twists thrown in.
Don't get me wrong I think it is a great book, with it's 'love your body' theme through out it, basic dialogue and cute characters but Cabot seems to be reusing her old characters from Princess Diaries and just altering their situations.
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 knowsteenage 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 . . .
This is a quick and fun read if you like Meg Cabot.