Review: Airhead by Meg Cabot

Last word first: Fluffy fun times. 3.5/5

Would Joe like this book? Nope, we’ll put this solidly in the chick-lit camp.

Description: Em Watts is definitely not one of the A-listers at her high school, but she’s happy, and that’s good enough for her. In fact, she looks down on all the cookie-cutter cheerleader types- you know, the ones who only eat salad? Then Em is in an accident, and when she wakes up in the hospital, things are a little different. She finds herself transported into the body of celebrity supermodel, Nikki Howard. As Em tries to walk a mile in Nikki’s stilettos, she starts to realize that being someone like Nikki is harder than she thought.

My thoughts: I love Meg Cabot. Everything she writes is funny. Her characters each have a unique voice, and I always feel some type of connection with them, even if I don’t particularly like them. And everything she writes is FUNNY. Did I mention that? Airhead is no exception.

The idea of a feminist-brainiac type of girl being stuck in the body of a teen supermodel is just pretty entertaining to begin with. And then there’s the usual random musings inside someone’s head that you get to be privy to when reading a Cabot novel. Add a healthy dash of romance. To top it all off, they make fun of cheerleaders while also being nice to them, so you can laugh and not feel bad.

This is just a fun, light-hearted romp of a book. If you like Cabot’s books in general, or if you just enjoy a good piece of fluff every once in a while, this one will be great for you.

About Meg Cabot: She was born on February 1, 1967, during the Chinese astrological year of the Fire Horse, a notoriously unlucky sign. Fortunately she grew up in Bloomington, Indiana, where few people were aware of the stigma of being a fire horse -- at least until Meg became a teenager, when she flunked freshman Algebra twice, then decided to cut her own bangs. After six years as an undergrad at Indiana University, Meg moved to New York City (in the middle of a sanitation worker strike) to pursue a career as an illustrator, at which she failed miserably, forcing her to turn to her favorite hobby--writing novels--for emotional succor. -borrowed from Meg Cabot's bio on her website.

My question to you: If you were to wake up in a hospital and find yourself wearing someone else's body, whose body would you hope to be wearing? That is, whose life would you like to assume as your own?