Hi everyone. Today I am featuring Angela Lam's New Released Book "Switched." Dive into the sneak peek, book details, and more to find out why you should purchase your copy today. Happy reading everyone. :)
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What would you do if you woke up a different age and gender?
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Switched
by: Angela Lam
Genre: Dystopian Cyberpunk SciFi Fantasy
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Maxine slung her backpack over her shoulders and tiptoed down the staircase and across the kitchen floor. Early morning sunlight streamed through the dining room window. In the adjacent living room, her mother sat on a sofa, listening to the morning-show hosts mutter warnings about the end of the world, for everyone was changing—man to woman, old to young—and no one could do anything to stop it.
“Armageddon,” one of the hosts said.
Holding her breath, Maxine stiffened. Her best friend, Patty, had recently changed from a young college student to an elderly man.
“Where you going so early?”
Maxine yelped, releasing her breath, her heart rate racing in her chest.
Her mother loomed in the doorway like an apparition glowering between this world and the next.
“You scared me,” Maxine said, placing a hand on her chest.
“Serves you right for leaving without saying a word.”
Maxine didn’t want to argue with her mother. It was all they had done since the change had started. Older feminists squawked about the appropriation of the perimenopausal phrase to describe the ungodly phenomenon afflicting certain segments of the population. But until a scientific name was given, the colloquial one, appropriated or not, would do.
“Well?” Her mother tapped her foot. “I’m waiting.”
The morning-show hosts’ voices carried into the room, buffering the silence.
An insidious tension coiled throughout Maxine’s body. The way her mother’s eyebrows pinched together made her feel like an errant child and not a twenty-two-year-old college senior. She tucked her chin toward her chest. She was a small woman, barely five feet, but her mother’s anger and disapproval made her feel even smaller. If she were a great actress, she could make up a story, and her mother would believe her. But Maxine’s body quivered like a plucked string whenever she fibbed, so she resigned herself to the truth.
“I’m picking up Patty and taking her to breakfast before our first class.”
“You seem to be spending a lot of time with old people. Men especially.”
Not this again. Maxine’s hands curled into fists. “Mom, Patty’s a woman, trapped in a man’s body.”
“Yeah, I know. That’s why you shouldn’t be spending time with her.” Her mother spread her arms wide and lifted her shoulders like she was a prophet calling upon God. “Who knows if she’s contagious?”
From what Maxine had read, the change wasn’t a virus or something that could be transmitted from person to person. Scientists couldn’t pinpoint or explain why the phenomenon only happened to certain people under certain circumstances at certain times. To her, it all seemed random. To her mother, it seemed like a medical version of manifest destiny.
“I won’t catch it, I promise.” Maxine crossed her fingers behind her back in the event the change happened to her someday.
A low grumble erupted from her mother’s stomach.
An idea blossomed, and Maxine smiled. “I’ll make you coffee and toast before I leave.”
Food was always a bribe. She hoped it worked.
Her mother beamed. “That’s my girl.” She patted her shoulder before shuffling to the living room.
Maxine poured a mug full of rich-smelling coffee and drizzled maple syrup over two pieces of toast and sprinkled them with cinnamon and powdered sugar. After grabbing a fork, a knife, and a cloth napkin from a drawer, she placed everything on a tray and carried it into the living room, where her mother slouched on the sofa, her gaze riveted on the images on the TV. Some medical experts were talking about the change, which was now being referred to as “the switch” since it caused people to flip-flop ages and genders. This expert suggested it might be the result of some alien invasion that had scrambled our DNA while we slept.
“Oh, thank you, child,” her mother said, inhaling deeply. She snatched the napkin and laid it over her lap before cutting a slice of the cinnamon toast and tucking it into her mouth. “Mmm-mmm. You sure cook good, girl. Your daddy would be proud. God rest his soul.”
Hmph. Her dead father would have been proud, but her living mother wasn’t. Why was it always easier to please the dead than the living? Tension knotted in her gut.
“Bye, Mom.” Maxine bent to kiss the top of her mother’s head. The hair tasted greasy and smelled like wilted flowers. “I’ll see you after my last class ends.”
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BLURB:
A global phenomenon is rewriting the laws of biology, causing men over fifty-five and women between eighteen and forty to suddenly and inexplicably switch their ages and genders. No one understands it, and no one can stop it.
Maxine thinks she can stay on the sidelines, supporting her brilliant boyfriend-turned-girlfriend Jo—an audacious biotech pioneer, who’s breaking new ground with brain-to-brain communication. But when the transformation strikes Maxine, her reality is flipped upside down.
Now facing an unexpected future, Max must grapple with their identity, struggling to align who they were with who they have become. Can they reclaim control over a life that’s no longer theirs, or will they be swept away by the changes they never asked for?
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Angela Lam
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Angela Lam writes across all genres, from romance (The Women of the Crush series) to memoir (Red Eggs and Good Luck) to thrillers (No Amends) and science fiction (Switched). Sometimes, she writes under a pen name to keep things interesting (The Heroic Adventures of Madame X). The rest of the time, she is busy exploring mixed-media art and teaching others what she knows.
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