Book #45: The Bride Wore Size 12 by Meg Cabot

This is the last of the Heather Wells mysteries, and probably the most mundane of the murders she investigates. An RA dies in the hall before the new school year even starts, and nobody is sure what happened. And by mundane, I don't mean the story itself is boring--it's just the least sensational and most normal/likely sounding of the murders that have happened in Heather's residence hall. There's also the added storyline of Heather's engagement and wedding preparations with Cooper, which keeps things moving in the right direction.

Also, honestly, I'm a little over these "Size 12/14" titles. As much as I enjoyed the books, these titles seem so demeaning and belittling--like that's all that matters about Heather is that she wears a size 12. I know that Cabot is probably trying to do the opposite--but it doesn't come across that way. The book itself doesn't REALLY talk about sizes all that much--and I feel like by this book she's stopped talking as much about what she eats and what she weighs--maybe because she's in a fulfilling and happy relationship, so she doesn't have to think that much about it any more?--but the title doesn't accurately reflect that and doesn't really show what the book(s) are about.