Download the free Kindle app and start reading Kindle books instantly on your smartphone, tablet, or computer - no Kindle device required.
Read instantly on your browser with Kindle for Web.
Using your mobile phone camera - scan the code below and download the Kindle app.
OK
Audible sample Sample
Sophomore Switch Paperback – February 9, 2010
Purchase options and add-ons
Take an administrative snafu, a bad breakup, and "The Hot-Tub Incident," and you’ve got two thoroughly unprepared sophomores on a semester abroad. For American party girl Tasha, an escape to Oxford may be a chance to ditch her fame as a tabloid temptress, but wading Uggs-deep in feminist theory is not her idea of a break. Meanwhile, the British half of the exchange, studious Emily, nurses an aching heart amid the bikinis and beer pong of U.C. Santa Barbara. With an anthropologist’s eye for detail and a true ear for teen-speak, Abby McDonald crafts a funny, fast-paced, poignant look at survival, sisterhood, and the surprising ways we discover our true selves.
- Print length304 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherCandlewick
- Publication dateFebruary 9, 2010
- Grade level9 - 12
- Reading age14 - 17 years
- Dimensions5.59 x 0.81 x 8.23 inches
- ISBN-100763647748
- ISBN-13978-0763647742
- Lexile measureHL780L
Editorial Reviews
Review
Can’t they have fun and be serious too? McDonald cleverly answers." — Kirkus Reviews - Starred review
About the Author
Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.
This is so not a good idea.
I'm barely five minutes into my first class of the semes¥ter when it hits me just how bad an idea this is. Sure, it's not "getting into the hot tub with Tyler Trask while the cameras are rolling" bad, but then what is? I would have to search the world for the people who decided Crocs were a cute shoe concept before I found an idea as bad as that, but taking my semester abroad placement at Oxford University when I barely scrape a 3.0 GPA? Way up there on the dumb-ass rankings.
". . . By now, you'll all be familiar with the basic texts on the reading list . . ."
I glance down at the dense two-page list they included in my exchange information pack, full of titles like Political Innovation and Conceptual Change, and have to remind myself to breathe. I only arrived in England a couple of days ago, but apparently hell waits for no girl, even if she's suffering killer jet lag.
". . . And we've got a new face with us. Natasha Collins, welcome."
My head jerks up, and I look around to find the group staring at me. Instead of the packed, anonymous lecture halls I'm used to back home, I'm sitting in a dim, wood-paneled room, one of a group of just ten students balanced on battered couches and overstuffed armchairs.
"Would you like to introduce yourself?" Professor Susanne Elliot asks, her salt-and-pepper hair falling around a face that, back home, would have been Botoxed into oblivion.
"Umm, sure," I begin. "I'm Tash - Natasha," I correct myself. I keep forgetting, Tasha is no more: the version of myself I left giggling and drunk in that hot tub. "I'm here from UCSB for the semester."
"UCSB?" Elliot repeats, frowning. Yep - definitely no Botox.
"University of California?" I explain hesitantly. "I go to school in Santa Barbara."
"Oh." Elliot seems surprised. She shuffles her papers, searching for something. "We don't usually exchange with that university."
"It was a kind of last-minute thing." I begin to pick the clear varnish on my thumb nail and ignore the amused looks my classmates are exchanging. I don't know why they have to be so snobby about it. I mean, sure, it's not Stanford, but the UC system is totally second tier!
"Santa Barbara," the professor repeats. "And what were you studying there?" She looks over her thin wire-rimmed glasses at me.
"I'm . . . undeclared." My discomfort grows. Technically that's not quite true, but if I'd told the Global Exchange crew what my classes were, they'd have put me on some kind of international blacklist and branded me unfit for study.
"Well." She pauses. "Welcome to Oxford. I'm sure you'll find Theory of Politics very . . . interesting." She moves on to talk about research-paper schedules, but I catch the slight smirk all the same.
Sinking back in my seat, I sneak a look at my classmates. Dressed in an assortment of preppy sweaters, Oxford shirts, and neat jeans, they look totally at ease: nodding along and exchanging familiar smiles, but then again - they would. They've all spent the past year and a half bonding over dusty library books and term papers while I was five thousand miles away, blowing off classes to hang at the beach and shop. I may have a great tan and awesome bargain-hunting skills, but somehow I don't think those will count for much here.
". . . So I suppose that's all. Any questions?" Professor Elliot looks at us expectantly.
I had plenty. "What the hell am I doing here?" for a start and "Why didn't I just go volunteer in Guatemala like my mom suggested?" I'd been so focused on getting out of California, I hadn't really thought about what would come next.
"I have one." The sporty blond girl beside me raises her hand a little. "Will we be starting with power theory or basic ideological distinctions?"
I blink.
"I thought I'd leave that up to you. Everyone?"
They all pitch in with enthusiastic suggestions while I smooth down my denim skirt (which is officially three inches shorter than anything my classmates probably own) and wish for the twenty-eighth time since my flight landed that I could take it all back. Not the "leaving the States" part, of course. That was a given. I mean, Christmas in L.A. was bad enough (with Mom and the stepdad alternating their silent treatment with plenty of "we're so disappointed in you" lectures), but when I got back to school, the gossip was worse than ever.
So what could I do? I didn't want to just drop out of college. I may have chosen keg parties over studying and put more thought into first-date outfits than any of my papers, but I'm no quitter. And more than that, I couldn't stand the symbolism - if I dropped out, it would look like it really had all been my fault. Ever since Tubgate, I'd been walking around with a smile on my face, pretending I was cool with what they were saying. The whispers. The tabloid lies. Dropping out altogether would be like admitting I felt dirty and ashamed, and there was no freaking way I would give them all that satisfaction.
So even though the semester had already started, I begged the exchange program, calling that stuck-up administrator every day until she finally broke down and told me that they'd had a mix-up with some girl at Oxford who still needed a spot. And although I didn't meet their oh-so-high Ivy League grade requirements, she could let me go if it was a straight swap: my classes for hers, my roommate for her dorm. School hadn't even started back over there, so I wouldn't miss a day. Nearly three whole months in England. Perfect.
But now I'm stuck in a room full of people who were probably high-school valedictorians instead of spirit-squad captains; I'm struggling to even follow the intro talk, let alone the classes themselves, and I have to ask myself . . .
Product details
- Publisher : Candlewick (February 9, 2010)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 304 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0763647748
- ISBN-13 : 978-0763647742
- Reading age : 14 - 17 years
- Lexile measure : HL780L
- Grade level : 9 - 12
- Item Weight : 9.4 ounces
- Dimensions : 5.59 x 0.81 x 8.23 inches
- Customer Reviews:
About the authors
Abby McDonald grew up in Sussex, England and studied Politics, Philosophy & Economics at Oxford University. She began writing at college, and graduated to work as a music journalist and entertainment critic; drawing on her loves of pop culture, film and feminism, and interviewing acts as diverse as LeAnn Rimes, The Kings of Leon, and Marilyn Manson. She is now a full-time novelist and screen-writer.
Her debut book for teens, ‘Sophomore Switch’, was published by Candlewick Press in 2009. It was a Kirkus starred review, ALAN pick, and has been translated into German, Dutch, and Polish. A second title, ‘Boys, Bears & a Serious Pair of Hiking Boots’, followed in April 2010, and a third, ‘The Anti-Prom’, will be published in Spring 2011.
Abby also writes for adults. ‘The Popularity Rules’ was published in the UK by Arrow Books in 2009; it was a Glamour Magazine ’must-read’ pick, and received a 4-star review from Heat magazine. Her second adult title, ‘The Liberation of Alice Love’, was published in July 2010, to glowing reviews in Closer and NOW magazines. Both titles will be published in the US in 2011 by Sourcebooks.
After spells in Montreal and London, Abby recently moved to Los Angeles, where she is enjoying blue skies, drive-thru everything, and an abundance of frozen yoghurt. She is twenty-five years old.
Discover more of the author’s books, see similar authors, read author blogs and more
Customer reviews
Customer Reviews, including Product Star Ratings help customers to learn more about the product and decide whether it is the right product for them.
To calculate the overall star rating and percentage breakdown by star, we don’t use a simple average. Instead, our system considers things like how recent a review is and if the reviewer bought the item on Amazon. It also analyzed reviews to verify trustworthiness.
Learn more how customers reviews work on Amazon-
Top reviews
Top reviews from the United States
There was a problem filtering reviews right now. Please try again later.
Natasha, though, is finding it quite challenging to cope with her new environment. For one thing, unlike her UC Santa Barbara classes (mostly centering on film appreciation), the Oxford classes she has inherited from Emily are intense and intellectual. Her Theory of Politics professor calls books about political innovation "basic reading list texts." Natasha can't believe it, but her classmates actually seem to comprehend what Professor Elliot is talking about. Natasha excels in many things (like perfecting a tan and finding the perfect bargain at sales), but she's in a bit of a quandary discussing political theory. She also feels like the outsider she is in Emily's dreary dorm room without a friend to call her own.
Meanwhile, Emily tells us her story. She is also flabbergasted at finding herself in such unusual circumstances, in the middle of a group peppering their conversation with "like" and "totally" and "no way." Natasha's roommate, Morgan, can be friendly enough, but when Emily sees the way Morgan acts around her friend's boyfriend, she knows her new roommate is not exactly a trustworthy sort. Emily has escaped sorrowful memories of her ex, Sebastian, and is determined to stay in Santa Barbara. But she can't believe the low-brow courses she has inherited from Natasha, classes with names like "Teen Movies: Brat Pack and Beyond."
As Natasha determines to prove herself in England by actually (gasp) studying, Emily finds herself meeting Morgan's boyfriend, Ryan, in film class when she is assigned to work on making a movie with him. The two clash, although Emily feels sorry for Ryan when she sees Morgan two-timing him. She also feels somewhat sorry for herself. After all, she is used to some peaceful solitude. Instead, she has Morgan and her pack of friends and their inane constant chatter to cope with.
Meanwhile, Emily's father calls frequently to pressure Emily about optimal career paths. Natasha is finding that, despite her constant reading, she is falling behind in her studies. She is appalled to discover that her professor is planning to make her work less challenging than the other students. The lack of faith in her abilities galvanizes her further. But will she ever be able to conquer the demands of Oxford academia? When her friend, Holly, invites her to an actual ball, Natasha can't resist. After all, she practically majored in parties back in California. However, the bash isn't quite what she pictured.
Both girls are miserable. Although each suspects she has nothing in common with the other, the two begin chatting online and decide to coach each other to successful living in their respective new environments. As each girl practices coping mechanisms, they become entangled in romances...and more.
SOPHOMORE SWITCH is a good-natured, enjoyable, double "fish out of water" tale, and both Natasha and Emily are intriguing characters. Although parts of the book tread a bit of expected ground, author Abby McDonald serves up some delightful twists, while managing to tie up the stories in a satisfying manner.
--- Reviewed by Terry Miller Shannon
Tasha and Emily couldn't be more different, but each wants to escape their social nightmares. Tasha needs to hide out from the tabloid drama and Emily needs to nurse her broken heart. They swap lives: Natasha heads to Oxford and Emily heads to UC Santa Barbara.
The only problem - they've each already signed up for classes. So Natasha's stuck taking feminist courses and Emily's stuck learning about film. Neither of them fit in, until they lean on each other for a bit of advice. Both girls start to dress more appropriately, Natasha with preppy clothes and Emily with fewer layers. Slowly, things start to turn around for both girls.
Natasha embraces her classes and becomes determined to change people's mind about her. She joins in the rally to save the women's health center. Emily learns how to relax and let go of her control freakiness.
Is the newfound happiness about to come crashing down when their responsibilities resurface?
SOPHOMORE SWITCH is a great novel on several levels. It's a great tale of two girls switching lives and broadening their horizons and examining the question of feminism. The story especially delves deeply into the topic of what makes a feminist - can a girl have fun and still desire equality for women?
Reviewed by: Jennifer Rummel
Two girls from very different colleges switch for a month or so. They both have trouble adapting to their new surroundings. Obviously, they end up liking it. It's very predictable. This book is good for a twelve year old, minus the innapropriate events that occur (and in my honest opinion the author added those to make the reader feel like this wasn't a children's story). It isn't thought-provoking in any way. I'm glad I didn't buy this (I borrowed from the library).