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Heather Wells, former pop star and current assistant Fisher Hall director, is quite happy with her life. Sure, her new boss is a bit of a bureaucratic jerk. And yeah, OK, her boyfriend Tad is a vegan who doesn’t watch TV and is trying to get her to (*gasp!*) exercise. And no, he’s not really the guy she wants to be with. But considering no one’s gotten murdered lately, she’s doing OK.
Then, one morning and completely without warning, her boss gets shot in the head.
About a third of the way in, I started wondering: how long can Meg Cabot keep up this Death Dorm thing? I mean, three murders in the same hall over three books (the second one being Size 14 Is Not Fat Either)? It’s starting to get a bit old. And it made me wonder if Heather will ever start branching out to solve some murders at other places in New York City.
Heather, of course, is on the case (no matter how much ex-boyfriend’s-brother/landlord/boyfriend-wannabe Cooper tries to tell her not to get involved), mostly because her grad assistant Sarah’s not-quite-boyfriend is the primary suspect. Of course he didn’t do it, and it’s up to Heather to figure out who did. And while all that was fine and good, this book was mostly Heather obsessing about her relationship with Tad and wishing Cooper was her boyfriend.
That’s not to say Big Boned wasn’t interesting — Cabot is really a fun and engaging writer — but I don’t think I enjoyed it as much as I did the other in the series. Even so, I enjoyed hanging with Heather and her crowd, and even though the mystery wasn’t that great, it was good enough.
Rated: High for multiple f-bombs and some off-screen sex.
