Isabel in Bloom
A girl discovers a connection between her home in the Philippines and her new home in the U.S. through a special garden in this middle grade novel that celebrates nourishment and growth.

Twelve-year-old Isabel is the new kid in her San Francisco middle school. It’s the first time in many years that she’ll be living with her mother again. Mama's job in the US allowed Isabel and her grandparents to live more comfortably in the Philippines, but now Isabel doesn't really know her own mother anymore.

Making new friends in a new city, a new country, is hard, but joining the gardening and cooking club at school means Isabel will begin to find her way, and maybe she too, will begin to bloom.

In this beautifully rendered novel-in-verse, Mae Respicio explores how growth can take many forms, offering both the challenges and joy of new beginnings.
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Isabel in Bloom
A girl discovers a connection between her home in the Philippines and her new home in the U.S. through a special garden in this middle grade novel that celebrates nourishment and growth.

Twelve-year-old Isabel is the new kid in her San Francisco middle school. It’s the first time in many years that she’ll be living with her mother again. Mama's job in the US allowed Isabel and her grandparents to live more comfortably in the Philippines, but now Isabel doesn't really know her own mother anymore.

Making new friends in a new city, a new country, is hard, but joining the gardening and cooking club at school means Isabel will begin to find her way, and maybe she too, will begin to bloom.

In this beautifully rendered novel-in-verse, Mae Respicio explores how growth can take many forms, offering both the challenges and joy of new beginnings.
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Isabel in Bloom

Isabel in Bloom

by Mae Respicio
Isabel in Bloom

Isabel in Bloom

by Mae Respicio

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Overview

A girl discovers a connection between her home in the Philippines and her new home in the U.S. through a special garden in this middle grade novel that celebrates nourishment and growth.

Twelve-year-old Isabel is the new kid in her San Francisco middle school. It’s the first time in many years that she’ll be living with her mother again. Mama's job in the US allowed Isabel and her grandparents to live more comfortably in the Philippines, but now Isabel doesn't really know her own mother anymore.

Making new friends in a new city, a new country, is hard, but joining the gardening and cooking club at school means Isabel will begin to find her way, and maybe she too, will begin to bloom.

In this beautifully rendered novel-in-verse, Mae Respicio explores how growth can take many forms, offering both the challenges and joy of new beginnings.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780593302743
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Publication date: 04/08/2025
Pages: 368
Product dimensions: 5.19(w) x 7.62(h) x 0.84(d)
Age Range: 8 - 12 Years

About the Author

Mae Respicio writes novels full of hope and heart. Her debut, The House That Lou Built, received the Asian/Pacific American Library Association Honor Award in Children's Literature and was an NPR Best Book of the Year. She's also the author of the acclaimed Any Day With You and How to Win a Slime War.

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Home

I walk with my grandfather through
      a thousand shades of green
      plants dressed in dew
      flowers flooded in light as birds fill the trees with their wild loud songs.
Our garden comes alive in mornings.

Lolo drags a hose the water trickling slow.
We pause at a planter of

Jasmine
      Sampaguita.

Weeks ago when I found out I’d have to say goodbye he made me plant it
So when you return
you’ll see how it’s grown, he said.

Jasmine
      Sampaguita

takes up most of this space.
Rows of shrubs like fences small white flowers perfuming the air with their sweet lush musk.

But we hover over mine concerned leaves wilted brittle brown stems.
No blossoms here.

I crouch down.
    What’s wrong, little Jazzy?
      I ask, almost expecting a reply.

Plants respond to humans our voice, our love.
It’s why I name and talk to some of ours:
Elvis Parsley and Vincent van Grow,
my favorite, the Spice Girls
(a cluster of herbs named after a music group my friends and I
dance to when we play our CDs).
    Should I have grown it in the ground?
      Or in a different pot?

    Or . . . something?
      I ask my grandfather.
      I don’t know what to do.

You should trust.

It’s just a little thirsty.

Jasmine
      Sampaguita

has gifted my family our livelihood by learning the art of growing and selling.
Its blooms are our survival.

I know its petals soft and white.
I know its smell without it near but I don’t know why this one looks how I feel
—homesick heartsick—
when I haven’t even left for California yet.

I sigh.
 
Feeling nervous for your trip, Isabel?

      If I don’t like it there, can I come home?


To my surprise he nods.
But only for visits.

Tricked!
 
Lolo raises my chin so our eyes meet.
 
Sumpa kita
sounds like sampaguita.
It stands for

I promise you.
And I promise you will do fine

in your new home.

He lays the hose slips it a drip saying something
I’ve already heard many times, my whole life.

We bloom where we are planted.





Don’t Want to Say It

Goodbyes look like summer in my small town green hills and rice fields my best friends and I strolling toward home.

Goodbyes sound like chattering about school and friends how next year we all turn thirteen
—though they’ll be here and I’ll be elsewhere.

Goodbyes taste like tart calamansi from Lolo’s tree round, small, and green that Lola’s slicing and squeezing into drinks

for me, Cristina, and Rosamie.
 
Ice clinks glasses sweat we take slow sips and our lips pucker from the sweet and the sour.

Goodbyes smell like sampaguita flowers
Lola’s picked and strung piled high on the table in soft pearly mounds.

Bye, Lola! See you tomorrow, Isabel!
my friends say.

Lola waves back and drapes a single jasmine garland around my neck the way she does with each fresh batch.

Goodbye is
Lola’s sad smile the waning sun that citrus still on my tongue these white blooms near my heart her warm hand on my cheek knowing how much
I already hate saying

goodbye.

 
 
 
Me, Isabel Ligaya, Age Twelve

      I’ve never lived in a city

I’ve never seen snow

      I’ve never been rich

I’ve never had a mother take me to a mall.

      I’ve never left the Philippines

or ridden in an airplane

      or wanted to make new best friends

because

      I love the ones I already have.

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