alexandrahughes 's review for:

Size 12 is Not Fat by Meg Cabot
2.0

Okay, so I think I'm starting to realize that chick-lit is not my thing. The women tend to annoy me (I've never actually met a woman like this. Am I missing something? Do they really exist or do I just not meet enough people?). I just find it hard to believe that people are dying and only the main character, Heather, seems to think it could be murder. And the repetition of things in the book ("dorm -- I mean residence hall" or "size 12 is the size of the average American woman," just to name a few) was also really annoying. I knew how the book would end before I was even half-way through the book.

But a couple of my friends keep telling me how great this series is. And how much I'll love it. And I should just give it another chance. So I'll read the next one. But I can't promise I'll be nice about it.