It was a little breezy, but a fun read. ( )

This was more like a 3.5 because it was very, very silly, but I was in a low mood and it cheered me up, so it gets another 1/2 star. The protagonist often verged on too much, but every time it reached that point, Cabot managed to dial it back. ( )

"Heather Wells rockar fett!

Åtminstone gjorde hon det innan hon förlorade sitt skivkontrakt och sin pojkvän. Och innan hennes mamma tog alla pengarna och stack till Argentina med managern. Nu när stjärnglansen bleknat är Heather nöjd med att arbeta som föreståndare på en studentkorridor i New York. I alla fall var hon det tills en kvinnlig student hittas död i hisschaktet. Heather är övertygad om att det rör sig om ett mord och när ingen lyssnar på henne beslutar hon sig för att ta saken i egna händer. Hon satsar på en ny karriär - som privatdeckare!

Men hennes nya jobb har få förmåner och inga beundrande fans. Dessutom visar det sig vara farligt, dödligt farligt. För inget gör en mördare så förbannad som en överviktig ex-popstjärna som lägger näsan i blöt …"

One of the commenters on my updates nailed it perfectly for why I really didn't care for this book. The character of Heather is not likable really in this one for me. We find out that the main reason she decides to take the job she does is to go to school (for free) to get a degree to make her more appealing to a man. And she's trying to prove how smart and capable she is to get this same man to fall in love with her like she is with him (this is her ex's brother). We also don't find out much about her backstory and instead choose to focus on her crush on her ex's brother and her justifying everything that she eats by saying size 12 is not fat. I mean that line must have been said almost 100 times during the course of this book.

I now recall why I could not get through this book the first time my friend gave this to me as a gift. The book does not do a good job of developing secondary characters besides Cooper (her ex's brother and P.I.) and the why behind the murders was pretty awful. And I have to say that Heather drove me nuts because her investigation skills were hilariously bad.

Heather is an ex-teen singing sensation who is now broke living with Cooper (her ex's brother) and working as an assistant dorm director at a college in New York. We find out slowly (seriously) that Heather is broke because her mom ran off with her money, that her label dropped her when she insisted on singing her own songs, and that her ex fiancee who is currently part of a boy band or former boy band (I could not keep that one straight) is still trying to force a continuation of their relationship. Between this and the murder mystery aspect it was just too much for the first book in the series.

The writing got old quick. Heather's constant comments about being a size 12 is not fat was headache inducing after a while. That and her describing Cooper, his leather jacket, what someone else looked like and her thinking if they were either too thin or her size. Apparently size 10s don't exist in this world or size 8s either. You are either a size 0, too skinny, or 12.

The flow of the book was terrible. We either have Heather investigating (quotes) obsessing about Cooper, obsessing about her ex, obsessing about her size, or trying to hide from her past in this one.

The setting of New York actually worked in this one very well. I got a good sense of where Heather lived and the dorm.

The ending was a bit of a mess actually. The reveal behind who dun it was all kinds of gross, and honestly I was thinking it may be this person due to process of elimination anyway.

I read this for the Twelve Tasks of the Festive Season: Task the Fourth: The Gift Card. ( )

I recently learned that this series is not just chick lit, it’s murder mystery chick lit about a former pop singer now working as an assistant director for a college dorm. (Talk about misleading covers!) When a student is found dead, Heather is convinced that it wasn’t an accident but murder.

At times Heather reminded me of Mia from The Princess Diaries, which I found fascinating and frustrating: they both live in New York; they’re somewhat famous; they feel judged for their appearance (albeit for different reasons); they’re generally optimistic and warm hearted; and there are similarities in how they think and express themselves. Similarities in tone, if not content. I can’t actually remember if Mia was ever blasé about being late, but it’s the sort of opinion which would be understandable, and maybe even endearing, coming from a teenager but is irritating from a woman of nearly thirty with a full-time job.

Anyway, Heather is kind and humorous, I liked the setting, and the mystery had enough twists to satisfy me. I read the next book. ( )