So more than once I’ve suggested to people who have asked me what to read that is fun, the Heather Wells series by Meg Cabot. She’s up to five of them now. They make me smile. Every time I read them. In addition to starting the series from scratch every time a new book comes out, I also read them randomly when not feeling well, because as I said, they make me smile. But when I suggest them to people, invariably what happens is they find one of Meg Cabot’s other series, principally the Princess Diaries one and tell me how much they hated it. sigh.

Let me tell you a bit about Heather Wells. She used to be a pop star, when she was a teenager. She opened for the hottest boy band, in venues around the world. She eventually fell in love with the lead singer of said boy band and for a while all was well. Then she hit her twenties, grew a brain, asked to sing her own songs and was dropped by her record label. Then by said boyfriend. Her manager wisely saw which way the wind was blowing and promptly left the country with all Heather’s money. So now she is working as an assistant dorm manager at New York University, because the job comes with tuition remission. It’s a pretty small goal, she just wants to get a degree so she support herself.

Unfortunately, people keep dying. Yep. And Heather can’t seem to keep herself out of the investigation.

I love a good murder mystery. I think I was the only eight year old on the planet with Agatha Christie novels (and a horse) on her Christmas list. I got the novels, not so much the horse. I find the crimes intriguing, often blown out of proportion as suits the adolescent idiots who commit them (college). And as a main character with a slight problem staying away from Dove bars, Heather is way relate-able.

In order, Size 12 is not Fat, freshmen girls are “accidentally” falling to their deaths while elevator surfing, but Heather doesn’t think it’s an accident, because girls don’t elevator surf, right?

In, Size 14 is not fat either, a severed head is found in a cooking pot on the stove of the cafeteria. Heather swears she’ll stay out of this one. But of course that isn’t possible.

In, Big Boned, arguably the weakest of the five novels(also the shortest), Heather’s boss is murdered, in his office, with his coffee still steaming in front of him. 

In, Size 12 and Ready to Rock, Heather is forced to host Tania Trace’s Rock Camp, while trying to find out who killed one of the producers, who’s black mailing Tania, and not go insane from all the stage mothers and preteen girls. Did I mention Tania Trace is now married to Heather’s ex-boyfriend. Yep.

In, The Bride wore Size 12, there’s a murder before the semester even starts. Heather is determined to stay out of this one, after all she has a wedding to plan, but as usual fate has other ideas.

I reread them before I wrote this review. I still love them, even though I’ve read the first one like 30 times now and each of the others in varying number from 12-20.

For the series ℘℘℘℘℘ +, 5 1/2 pages. I have everything Meg Cabot has written for adults. I read them all over and over. I smile every time I read them. And when something new comes out, I’ll read that too.