The East Coast Tour ends in the Big Apple.
The choice of New York-set books is endless. First of all, all the films you can think of set in New York and that are based on a book; think of The Lightning Thief or The Devil Wears Prada, Sex And The City, The Bourne Identity, The Fountainhead…
And then there are the classics: The Catcher In The Rye, The Great Gatsby, Breakfast At Tiffany’s, Judy Blume’s Are You There God? It’s Me Margaret.
Flowers for Algernon would have been an option, but it is another story for another time.
Here is an easy and fun book to read on the subway; light-hearted mysteries for a holiday in the Big Apple. And Meg Cabot’s Heather Wells Series is just that!
It is a documented fact. I read it in People magazine.
So Heather Wells works in a dorm – forgive me, resident hall, – at New York College. This hasn’t always been her life. She used to be successful and a teen star but now nothing is left. Her label dropped her after she gained some weight, she never got to sing her own songs and her manager-mother left with her money and she broke up with her famous boyfriend. And here she is at Death Dorm.
All four books deal with mysterious deaths at her dorm and every year she hopes for a new start.
“This year, everything is going to be different. No one in Fischer Hall is going to die this year. Not even accidentally.”
“How are you going to manage that?” Coop asks, gnawing on a Chinese sparerib. “Bubble wrap all your residents?”
So how does a girl end up dead at the bottom of an elevator shaft? Where did the headless cheerleaders in the kitchen come from? Who dislikes her new boss enough to shoot him? There’s a death while a film crew takes over her dorm during summer and when term starts again, a junior dies.
What is happening at Death Dorm – sorry, Fisher Hall? It seems the police aren’t doing a great job at investigating and Heather knows a thing or two about college students and police work!
And as it should in any good holiday book, there are some attractive men,
Smiles like that should be against the law. Considering what they do to a girl.
worries about joy vs health,
Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We’re supposed to be exercising.
other people’s problems,
You, Wells, are what we in the force like to call a shitkicker. If there’s any shit around, I always seem to find you in the middle, kicking it.
and a lesson to be learnt.
I know it, but I’m going to let it go, because I’m the bigger person. Not literally but metaphorically as well. Because I believe what you put into the universe comes back at you times three, which is why I always try only to put good things, not horrible skinny bitch things, into the universe.
Part of the Mystery Series are Size 12 Is Not Fat, Size 14 Is Not Fat Either, Big Boned, Size 12 And Ready To Rock, The Bride Wore Size 12.
Also set in New York by Meg Cabot: Queen of Babble