You Don't Sweat Much For A Fat Girl, by Celia Rivenbank

I loved Celia Rivenbank's Stop Dressing Your Six-Year Old Like a Skank, so was really excited to read this book, but I felt uncomfortable in many parts.


I realize that hyperbole and snarkiness is kind of her thing, but a section endorsing racial profiling at airports really disturbed me, and I felt like the many pointed jabs at Yankees went far beyond laid-back good humor. That said, it was still a funny and quick read, but overall it was not a feel-good read for me.

The Real Macaw, by Donna Andrews

Good new Meg Langslow mystery. Fun.

The Exile of Gigi Lane, by Adrienne Maria Vrettos

Pretty bad private school YA. Cliques and power.

Smokin' Seventeen, by Janet Evanovich

Stephanie Plum and her crazy life. Better than the last few.

The Sixes, by Kate White

Kate White's The Sixes was a quick and hard-to-put-down thriller. Well developed characters and tight plotting kept the pages turning well into the night, and a large and suspicious cast of suspects made for satisfying attempts at 'figuring it out' without being too overwhelming.


Disgraced celebrity biographer Phoebe Hall is teaching a writing course at Lyle College, after accepting the job offer from her best friend, the president of the school. When a young student is killed, Phoebe uses her investigational skills to look into the murder, and uncovers sinister situations in the groves of academe. This was a great read, and was genuinely thrilling without being gruesome- the perfect balance between chilling and cosy.