Author: Meg Cabot
Synopsis from Goodreads.com
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 knows teenage 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 . .
An amazingly complex character created completely for our delightful delectation.
Beware: This book can not be consumed in small quantities and may lead to binge reading. May be left with a feeling of overindulgence. You will fall in love with Cooper as you would with a triple chocolate cheesecake or a fresh doughnut – with none of the nasty side effects, I might add. Getting caught up in the mystery as you would in a two litre tub of ice cream is unavoidable.
I dare you to put down the book once you get started.
I double dare you.
I double fudge sundae dare you.
Size 14 here I come.