Body Swap by Sylvia McnicollBody Swap by Sylvia Mcnicoll

Body Swap

bySylvia Mcnicoll

Paperback | September 15, 2018

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A fatal collision - who's to blame? Two bodies, two souls switch in search of justice.

When fifteen-year-old Hallie gets knocked flying by a Hurricane SUV, her life ends without her ever having kissed a boy. At an otherworldly carnival, she meets and argues with the eighty-two-year-old driver, Susan. Both return to life, only with one catch - they've swapped bodies.

Now Hallie has wrinkled skin and achy joints while Susan deals with a forehead zit and a crush on a guy who's a player. Hallie faces a life in a long-term care residence. Susan gets picked up for shoplifting.

As they struggle with technology, medications, and each other's fashion foibles, they start to understand and maybe even like each other. But can they work together to prove that a defect in the Hurricane caused the deadly crash? Or will their time run out?
Sylvia McNicoll is the author of over thirty novels, including The Great Mistake Mysteries series. Crush.Candy.Corpse is lauded as the definitive Alzheimer's story for teens and was shortlisted for the Red Maple and Arthur Ellis awards. Sylvia lives in Burlington, Ontario.
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Title:Body SwapFormat:PaperbackDimensions:248 pages, 8 × 5 × 1 inPublished:September 15, 2018Publisher:DundurnLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:1459740904

ISBN - 13:9781459740907

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Rated 4 out of 5 by from Hilarious & Heartwarming When a twist of fate causes 15-year-old Hallie and 82-year-old Susan to switch bodies, how will they return to their own bodies? When I first read the plot description for Sylvia McNicoll's Body Swap, I was immediately intrigued! For many of you, the plot might bring to mind something along the lines of Freaky Friday, but my first thought was actually a Chinese movie called 20 Once Again. It's about a grandmother who becomes a teen again and experiences love and family from a new perspective. The movie was funny and sweet, and I'd hoped Body Swap could evoke those same feelings. And it sure did! Hilarious and heartwarming, Sylvia McNicoll's Body Swap is an unforgettable story of life and death, a very unlikely friendship, and an engaging look at how technology can both help and harm us. Hallie's reaction when she finds herself an old lady were laugh-out-loud funny. Wrinkly skin! Bulging blue veins! Aching joints! And then there's Susan, who's absolutely enjoying feeling young and athletic again, who doesn't need to worry about arthritis or taking her daily pills. To get their bodies back, Hallie and Susan must team up to prove there's a brake defect in Hurricane SUVs, the vehicle which struck Hallie and killed her, and caused Susan to have a heart attack... and basically got them all into this mess. But before they can begin their investigation, Hallie and Susan must convince their families that everything is normal. They immediately buy the latest smartphone to help them text/call/video chat each other (thanks Susan's Visa card!) and invent a reason for the pair to be together in front of their friends and family. I really enjoyed seeing Hallie mature over the course of the book. This little adventure is sort of blessing for Susan because she's already experienced life and raised her children; feeling young again for a few days is a joy. But for Hallie, it feels like the end of the world. She's never even kissed a boy! She's much more indignant about being in an old body, and it gives her a deeper sense of appreciation for her own body, one she felt was always a little too short and thighs too big. And by pretending to be Susan, Hallie realizes it's actually hard to be elderly. Your body is slowly failing you, people don't trust your memory or judgement, and you can feel lonely. Susan's son also keeps encouraging her to live in a nursing home. I absolutely enjoyed reading Syvia McNicoll's Body Swap! It had compassion. It had heart. It brought the laughs. I just had all the feels by the time I finished reading it. I really wanted Hallie and Susan to get their bodies back, to find a happy peace with their lives. And with the novel set in Burlington, Ontario, I loved catching all the Canadian references like Alice Munro, the Blue Jays baseball team, and the QEW. A story set in a Canadian city and written by a Canadian author. Yes! So. Awesome. ** I received an eARC from Dundurn in exchange for an honest review. **
Date published: 2018-09-24

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CHAPTER 1: THE ACCIDENT"That cellphone will kill you!" a raspy voice warns. It comes from someone standing in front of me on the bus. Someone who smells like dirty socks and stale coffee. A male voice that sounds very definite about phone fatalities. I ignore him. What's happening on my little screen is way more important. Megan is texting me about Chael Caruso, the boy whose name is written in big loops all over the inside cover of my journal, together with mine, of course. Chael loves Hallie. Mrs. Chael Prince-Caruso, Hallie and Chael forever. That one's in a heart with an arrow through it. And today, we're finally going to begin our forever. A cane knocks hard into my knee. "Ow!" Does the old guy plan to beat me to death with that thing? He coughs a loud fake ahem, ahem. Seniors' day at the mall. Why do they have to have it during our Christmas break? The stuffy warm bus heats up all the body odours into a boiled-broccoli-and-wet-dog potpourri. Makes me hot and irritable. I ignore him and lean toward my best friend, Abby, who is sitting on a window seat facing forward. On the right side of her face, Abby's hair angles to a pale blue arrow; the left is shaved close, making her look like a techno angel. She alone understands the importance of what's happening on my phone right now and raises one blond eyebrow in a question mark. I continue typing. Did you ask Chael if he likes me? I press send. The answer to that text could potentially cheer me back up. Chael (pronounced Kale, yet nothing like the vegetable) has coffee-coloured eyes and smooth maple skin. A smile that's as wide as a soccer field. He's centre forward for our junior team, same position I play on the girls' team. Our babies could be soccer stars. I sigh. When I finally lift my eyes from the screen, I see the crepey blue-veined hand that grips the hook of the cane that hit me. Above the knuckles, blue, loopy letters spell Carpe Diem. My eyes raise higher to his face. Watery, grey eyes stare back at me, expecting something. What? With the light from the window, his hair glows a bright silver. Abby gives me a hard stare, too. "Hallie!" She punches my shoulder. "What?" "Give him your seat!" I don't get it. There are thirty other places available; I don't know why he wants this particular one on the front bench facing the centre aisle. Giving it up will mean I can't talk to Abby as easily because she's wedged in beside a lady with a walker. That woman smells like Lily of the Valley; the sweetness of it squeezes at my throat. Dirty socks and lilies, what a combo. Gahh! "If only I had a car," I grumble to Abby as I rise from the bench and try to shuffle around the old guy. "And could drive." Abby grins, a braces-dazzling grin. "I drive the truck on Uncle Bill's farm." "And your licence then." "My birthday's in April. Fast as I can get it, we will be out of here." My phone interrupts with a belch, which is how it signals incoming texts and calls. Megan! I check to see what she's answered. Her words will be crucial to who the father of my babies will be, and I want seven, just like the Von Trapps in The Sound of Music. Strange maybe, but that's our family's favourite Christmas movie. This could be the best Christmas present ever. A cool boyfriend. Holding hands, kissing at our lockers. Smiling, happy. High school sweethearts, we'll tell our seven kids later. I sigh again. The bus lurches forward and I tumble against the man who stabs my foot with his cane this time. "Ow!" I call out and glare. "See what I mean ." he says, the tiniest bit of a smile lifting up his thin lips, "about cellphones?" "It's your cane that's a lethal weapon!" I grumble and read the screen as I scootch into the seat behind Abby. "Oh, yay! Yesss! " Leaning forward, I tell Abby, "Megan says Chael likes me!" "Told ya!" "But he called me thunder thighs at indoor soccer the other day." I shake my head at the message on the tiny screen. "You're such a great kicker. He's probably talking about the power in your thigh muscles ..." "Nah, I think he means I'm fat." "You may have fat but you are not fat," Abby continues, "just pleasantly round." I grab my face with my free hand. It's shaped like a soccer ball, no cheekbones poking through at all. And I've conditioned my hair into gentle curls, but they soften my jawline, make me look pudgy. And I'm short - if my legs were longer, they'd look leaner. Like Abby's. I glance over at her skinny-jeaned legs. No thunder happening there. She has great bones anyway, a strong chin and cheekbones. I grip my forehead. "Oh no!" "What's wrong?" Just above my eyebrows, my fingers find one of those hard bumps. I push down on it and it hurts. "A zit!" "Never mind. We're here." The bus begins to pull into the right lane. Suddenly, the driver leans on her horn and brakes. One of those new Hurricane SUVs shoots around the bus. It's as red and shiny as a polished apple. I smile at it. Such a cool car! "Someday, I'm going to drive one of those," I tell Abby. "Me too. We'll race them." I grin and shrug. "Probably need to save till we're a hundred." The bus slows to the stop. I stand up before Lily of the Valley can move her walker, but not fast enough to beat the guy with the cane. He blocks me and takes forever to shuffle forward. Another belch comes from my cellphone. I look at the screen: Chael and Hardeep are hanging out at the food court. "Oh my gosh. What am I going to do? He's here too!" I touch the zit on my forehead. It seems to have doubled in size. "Leave it alone! You're making it worse." Abby motions as if to slap my hand down, but the woman with the walker stands between us. Down the stairs I go behind the guy with silver hair moving ever so s-l-o-w-l-y. I text as my feet go down. What exactly did Chael say about me? In the middle of the steps, the old dude stops to pull on a red woollen hat, but I don't notice till I bump into him. He turns and frowns at me. "You are going to miss out on so much of life if you don't put that thing away." "Sorr-eeee." If only he would move. Quicker. Come on! I want to push him out of the way. I'm missing out on so much of life 'cause of him! Could have texted a Harry Potter novel by now. I finally press send. I need to catch up with Chael. Or do I? Do I want him to see me like this? With this pumpkin in the middle of my forehead? Another belch and the old man turns to give me a look. "It's not me, it's my phone," I tell him and read the latest text. Chael says you're funny. Finally, we're off the bus. As I stumble forward, I key into my phone: Funny ha ha or funny weird? Abby follows close behind and bumps against me. "Move it, Hallie, if you want to see Chael before he leaves." But maybe I don't. I'm funny. Is he just messing with me? His eyes do always look at me like they're laughing. We climb through the snowbank edging the parking lot, and my sneakers get buried instantly. This will be the first white Christmas we've had in a long time, but it's still fairly warm and I'm in winter-boot denial. I lift my feet out of the sticky white and we continue toward the mall. Squish, squish, my sneakers slog along. "Can we stop at the drug mart? I wouldn't mind picking up some concealer for this." I point to my forehead. Abby rolls her eyes. "Then we'll miss them for sure." A burp sounds again. "Look at it later." Abby keeps going. But my fingers itch; I can't help myself, I have to see what Megan has to say. Dropping back, I lift the phone closer to my face. "Hallie!" Abby calls. I start to run as I read. Chael's leaving Doughnut Time. Where are you? "Hallie! Hallie!" Abby calls. I run without looking up. We can still make it. We'll skip the cosmetics department. Abby's voice turns strangely high-pitched. "Watch out!" Whomp! A hard force explodes into me. Time slows down as I get hurled into the air. My cellphone flies from my hand, and I watch it cartwheel through the air, then crash on the ice and shatter into pieces right next to the red Hurricane that hit me. Then I slam onto the iced pavement headfirst. A coconut cracks and pain splinters into a million scalding-white lights somewhere behind my eyes. Hot, hot, my head feels like it's on fire with white pain. Then cooler, cooler, shivering . I'm cold. I lie still as, bit by bit, my body and mind shake loose of each other. I hear Abby crying, loud at first. "Hallie, no! Hallie! Someone call 911." But her voice becomes more and more distant. I can hear myself breathing. In . out . in. Something warm drips from my head, and it feels like the last drops of syrup letting go from the bottom of a bottle. I see Abby's black-and-yellow shoes near my face; behind her legs, the dented red bumper. My breathing slows to a last gasp; it doesn't seem necessary anymore. Instead, I feel myself lifting, floating, a helium balloon suddenly dancing and free. Below me I see my body sprawled on the snow, a white boxy ER truck, and a woman on a stretcher. Faded yellowy hair and a pale, white wrinkled face with a blue tinge. She was the driver? A hot bitter thought scalds me. She's too old to be driving. My vision fills with a liquid black.

Editorial Reviews

This is another wonderfully written book by Sylvia McNicoll. I think it will challenge the thinking of tweens, teen, and even retirees. It is very well written and a great new spin on an old type of story. McNicoll executes masterfully in telling this story. - Book Reviews and More