Heather Wells has it all, or at least she did. But then her pop star career peaked at 18, her label dropped her, her fiancee (of boy band fame) cheated on her, and her mother ran away to Argentina with her manager and all of her money. Now, Heather is a few sizes bigger, a lot of cash shorter, and handing out condoms instead of autographs at her new job, building director at Fischer Hall, one of New York College's dorms - er, residence halls. Then girls in her building start dying and Heather doesn't believe it's an accident like the police do. So, of course, she better stick her nose into it. 
 Nothing like a good mystery to keep you reading. I've always been a fan of Meg Cabot, so it was great to pick up one of her older novels. The plot of this one had a good amount of twists and despite wandering into cliched sometimes it wasn't too predictable. 
 While the plot isn't necessary the next great American novel in the making the characters hold up fairly well. For the most part the main characters are fleshed out. There are exceptions of course, most of which are among the male portion of the cast. But our heroine is quite a full figured character. 
 Overall, it was a nice bathtub read. It's not my favourite of Cabot's work, even though it still had the aspects of her writing I enjoy, like the funny juxtaposition of events and thoughts.