I know that many, many, teenage girls all over the world enjoy Meg Cabot. After discovering that she writes (fluffy, brainless) mysteries for adults, I'm was intrigued.
I read "Size 12 is not Fat," and breezed through it with the ease of eating an ice cream sandwich. The book isn't brain surgery, but it is silly and kind of cute. Negatives include the constant discussion about weight and the REALLY breezy writing style of the author. Positives, in my estimation, include the fact that the girl does not get the boy at the end of the book. (Although it is strongly hinted that she will.) But really, what could be better than a nice fluffy romantic mystery after a hard day at the State Fair?
Full disclosure? I actually may have enjoyed my other reading material after the Fair more: Ultimate X-Men 17.
I just wish I had thought to take pictures of everything I ate like Rebecca.
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