The Jasmine Project by Meredith Ireland (English) Hardcover Book

Description: The Jasmine Project by Meredith Ireland When Korean American Jasmine Yaps long-time boyfriend, Paul, is caught cheating on her, her giant, overprotective family secretly arranges to use her graduation party to introduce her to Orlandos most eligible men. FORMAT Hardcover LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Publisher Description Jenny Han meets The Bachelorette in this "sparkling, witty, warm-hearted gem" (Karen M. McManus, #1 New York Times bestselling author of One of Us Is Lying) of a romantic comedy about a teen Korean American adoptee who unwittingly finds herself at the center of a competition for her heart, as orchestrated by her overbearing, loving family.Jasmine Yaps life is great. Well, its okay. Shes about to move in with her long-time boyfriend, Paul, before starting a nursing program at community college—all of which she mostly wants. But her stable world is turned upside down when she catches Paul cheating. To her giant, overprotective family, Pauls loss is their golden ticket to showing Jasmine that she deserves much more. The only problem is, Jasmine refuses to meet anyone new. But…what if the family set up a situation where she wouldnt have to know? A secret Jasmine Project. The plan is simple: use Jasmines graduation party as an opportunity for her to meet the most eligible teen bachelors in Orlando. Theres no pressure for Jasmine to choose anyone, of course, but the family hopes their meticulously curated choices will show Jasmine how she should be treated. And maybe one will win her heart. But with the family fighting for their favorites, bachelors going rogue, and Paul wanting her back, the Jasmine Project may not end in love but total, heartbreaking disaster. Author Biography Meredith Ireland was born in Korea and adopted by a New York librarian. Her love of books started early and although she pursued both pre-med at Rollins College and law at the University of Miami, stories were her fate. She currently resides with her two children, and Bob, a carnival goldfish, whos likely a person. She writes young adult books, some of which you may like. She is the author of The Jasmine Project and Everyone Hates Kelsie Miller. Review "Irelands debut is like receiving a perfectly composed text message from your crush—its wickedly charming, warm, self-assured, and incredibly swoony! I loved it!" -- justin a. reynolds bestselling author of OPPOSITE OF ALWAYS"A sparkling, witty, warm-hearted gem of a debut. Youll love Jasmine even more than her family does." -- Karen M. McManus, #1 New York Times bestselling author of ONE OF US LYING"Such an uplifting read! Jasmines the perfect person to root for and I absolutely adored her family. This is the type of book you want to hug!" -- Loan Le, author of A PHO LOVE STORYIreland, Meredith. The Jasmine Project. 400p. S. & S. Sept. 2021. Tr $19.99. ISBN 9781534477025. POP Gr 7 Up–Jasmine has lived her life in the shadows. She feels inadequate compared to her sister, inhibited by her large Filipino-Italian-Korean-Dominican family, and insufficient for her boyfriend. So, when said boyfriend dumps her, after not-so-subtle cheating, shes crushed. In an effort to bring back her confidence, the entirety of her family brainstorms and creates a bachelorette-style competition. Behind her back. Within days, three boys begin competing for her affection. But will they be enough to restore years of damage to Jasmines self-esteem? Or worse, will the scheme be revealed, and the secret blown? Swoon-worthy heroes set off a hesitant-yet-idealistic heroine in this tale of family, friendship, and of course, romance. Jasmines emotions are authentic and real and relatable. Between the inevitable-yet-earth-shattering climax, the masterful character development, and Irelands uncanny knack for hitting close to home, this story will keep readers turning the pages. VERDICT Add this to all collections serving teens.–Moksha Davaloor, Carroll H.S. Lib., Southlake, TX -- School Library Journal * September 2021 *"A sweet story of discovering your own worth and finding someone worthy of you." -- KIRKUS REVIEWSIreland pens a refreshing YA contemporary about a young girl finding herself and taking a stance to finally live on her own terms. Jasmine has been in a relationship with her high-school boyfriend for four years, and she is content in their relationship. After graduation, they have plans to move in together and begin their happily ever after. Unknown to Jas—but well known to her extended family—Jasmines boyfriend has been cheating on her and wants to take a summer break to reassess their relationship. Enter Jasmines meddling family as they introduce three boys to Jasmine à la The Bachelorette to prove to Jasmine that she is deserving of love. This light and spirit-lifting tale weaves family, love, and uncertainty into a classic coming-of-age story. Jasmine and her blended family are the centerpieces as Ireland depicts a family that seemingly has nothing in common but are connected through their love and devotion to one another. To better shape her world and make her characters multidimensional, Ireland makes great use of podcast transcripts and family group chats, which add a pop of color to Jasmines perspective. This charming read is sure to lure readers in with its promise of romance, but it will truly capture hearts with its affectionate exploration of family. -- Booklist STARRED Review * September 15, 2021 * Review Quote "Irelands debut is like receiving a perfectly composed text message from your crush--its wickedly charming, warm, self-assured, and incredibly swoony! I loved it!" Excerpt from Book Chapter One CHAPTER ONE Burrito Fridays are an institution. The cornerstone of my relationship with Paul and how we started dating. One fateful day in freshman bio he passed me a note that said, "Wanna go to Chipotle y/y?" and the rest was history. I framed the ripped piece of paper and it rests on my dresser next to pictures of us at junior prom last year and senior prom this year. Yes, its a little cheesy that I kept the note and bedazzled JASMINE ?S PAUL on the frame, but thats okay. Cheese is honest. I pull my long hair into a ponytail just as my sister knocks on my door. "Almost ready?" she asks. Carissas giving me a ride to Tijuana Outpost. Im sure Paul wouldve picked me up if Id asked, but I like driving with Cari. I missed her this past year when she was away at college. "Almost done," I say. "You look pretty, Jaz." She smiles. Do I? Not compared to her, but I take a last look in the mirror. I look okay--Korean and kind of plain. I wish I were comfortable wearing the tiny rompers and miniskirts that catch Pauls eye, but even this spaghetti-strapped shirt makes me uneasy. I keep moving it around hoping itll cover more boob, and so far... no. No, it does not. I fuss with it more, then give up. Its fine. Really. No one will be looking at me, anyhow. "All set," I say. Cari stands straight to her ridiculous five-nine height. Shes the combo of our Filipino and white parents and a full eight inches taller than me. Everyone asks if shes a model. Note: no one happens to ask me that question. "Daveys coming along for the ride," she says as we pad down the cool, tiled hall. "Ugh, hes just trying to mooch a free burrito," I say. "He definitely is. Stay strong, little sis," Cari says with a wink. As we walk into the living room, Davey jumps up from lounging on the couch. "Man, Im so hungry," he says, patting his T-shirt-clad stomach. I swear its like he ESPed his way into our burrito conversation. "Basketball really took it out of me today," he continues. "I wish... shoot, if only I could get a part-time job like you guys. Mom and Dad are being extra stingy with the allowance, and Im starving." He reminds me of Mrs. Hernandezs twenty-two-pound cat, Cuddles, who circles, mews, and begs for food like hell waste away if theres not kibble in his dish, stat. "You dont get an allowance because you dont help around the house," Cari says, folding her arms. "Because he doesnt need an allowance," I say. "Arent you at least a part-time bookie at this point?" I reach up and run my hand over his brown curls. He skews his face trying to look hard. It fails. He has the same deep dimples as when he came into our family as a toddler. Of the three Yap kids, zero of us look alike, two are adopted, two are Asian biracial, and were 100 percent family. "Whoa, whoa, whoa," Davey says. "Just because a man can spot some hidden financial opportunities does not make him a bookie." " Man? What man? Where?" I arch my eyebrow. "I dont see one." Cari puts her hand on her forehead, scanning. Davey pushes my palm off his head, which isnt hard as hes fourteen but already six inches taller than me. He frowns. "Damn, you guys." "Aw, were sorry, baby," Cari says. She does not, incidentally, sound sorry. "Im crushed," he says. "I gotta think this kind of offense to my manhood is worth say... half a burrito from each of you." He rubs his palms together and waits. "Youre pathetic," Cari says at the same time I say, "Fine." He smiles, all white teeth against dark brown skin. He knew Id give in. But hes my little bro and I cant help it. We make our way over to the shoe tray and slip on our flip-flops. "We should probably bring dinner home anyhow," Cari says. "Moms at the hospital until eight, and shell be hungry." Our mother is a labor and delivery nurse at Orlando Medical Center and works long shifts, plus overtime. Years ago I started making dinner on the four nights a week shes gone, since Dad and Cari are amazing except... not at cooking. And Dads out of town today for a library conference, anyhow. I hadnt realized Mom was staying at work through dinnertime. If it werent Burrito Friday, Id whip something up, but I cant let Paul down. "Ill treat to takeout from Tijuanas," I say. "Nah, I got it, Jaz. I just got paid from the ad sponsors," Cari says. My sister is the host of a wildly popular The Bachelor podcast. Its the number-one teen fancast, podblast, or whatever. Our whole family talks about it. Except me. Podcasts arent my thing, and neither are fake romance reality shows, but it makes her happy and earns her money so Im all for it. Shell need to save up anyhow, being prelaw. "And, no offense, but well probably get Agave," she adds, opening the front door. None taken. I know its better. "Sweet! Yes! Agave!" Davey says with an arm pump. "Burrito and queso and chips and guac for Daveeey." "Youre not getting queso and guac," Cari says. We step into the soupy humidity of Florida in May, and she locks our wooden door behind her. "Cari!" Davey clutches his chest. "How could I possibly choose between the smoothness of avocado and the beauty of cheesy goodness?" "Youre cheesy, all right," Cari mutters. "I like both too," I say as we head to the carport. "I wish Paul werent lactose intolerant and we could split queso fundido." Cari and Davey exchange looks as she unlocks the Corolla. As I stare from one to the other, I get a distinct uncomfortable feeling. Like I farted in an elevator or something and they dont know what to say. "What?" I look around. "Nothing," they respond at the same time. Yeah, thats not weird. "No. What?" "Its just that Paul...," Cari says. Then she opens the drivers-side door and slides behind the wheel. "Its just that Paul what?" I open the passenger door but pause before getting in. "Well... its just that he sucks," Davey says, diving into the backseat. I sigh and lower myself into the red car. Its not the first time weve had the Paul Kinda Sucks discussion, but its been a while. My family doesnt see him the way I do, and weve accepted the impasse. Mostly. "He has a food allergy, Davey," I say. "Thats not the same as being difficult." My seat belt clicks like it agrees with me. Its weird to sit in the passenger side of whats been my car since Cari left for college. Freshmen at Miami cant have cars on campus, so I lucked into getting the Corolla for a year. But Cari will take it with her in August. Ive tried not to think about my impending car-lessness. Ive kept the Rolla immaculate for her/us. No beach sand. No food or drink inside. I make an exception for Paul, but I dont mention that. "Its not the queso, Jaz," Cari says. She bites her lip. "Its... well, he..." "Hes an asshole," Davey says. Cari purses her lips but doesnt contradict him. "Language, or Im telling Mom," I say, pointing at my brothers face. Were all teenagers and cursing is pretty minor, but Mom still sees Davey as the toddler they adopted from the Dominican Republic and shed give him the business about his mouth. Davey raises his hands. "Sorry, but he is, and you deserve better. A lot better." "Aw, look at my baby brother trying to act all grown and protective." I turn in my seat and lay a kiss on his cheek. He promptly wipes it off, because weve reached that stage. "Knock it off, loser," Davey says, pushing me back into my seat. "You knock it off," I say. "You know Paul is solid. Hes the one who taught you how to play basketball. And he bought you those sneakers, which you need to get off our car this instant." I push his foot from the center console and wipe it with my hand. "And dont you have plans to turn my room into your gaming den when I move out? You should be thrilled that were close to finding an apartment for August." I have to add a little more cheer than I feel at the exaggeration. Weve been looking for a place near our future colleges... or Ive been. All Pauls done is shoot down my top choices as being "too far" or "too expensive." The second is funny as his family practically trips and falls into piles of money. Cari glances in the rearview mirror and exchanges another set of looks with Davey. "Thats great, Jaz," she says. "Really. Are... are you ready for the graduation party?" "Um, just about," I lie. For the record, Im not a good liar. Between studying for finals, going to prom, and planning out my future, I havent given it more than a passing thought. And the party isnt for another eight days, anyhow. Thats a lifetime away. "Well, Aunt Minnie, Cousin Teagan, Cousin Crystal, and Aunt Tammy all want to know if you picked out a dress yet," Cari says. "And what color, so they dont wear the same." As Cari pulls down our street, Davey leans forward and turns on the radio. He puts on rock and moves the sound to the rear speakers to block us out like the little punk he is. I shoot him a look and Cari gives me one right back. Oh, yeah. The dress. The on Details ISBN1534477020 Author Meredith Ireland Language English Year 2021 ISBN-10 1534477020 ISBN-13 9781534477025 Format Hardcover Pages 400 Audience Age 12-99 Publisher Simon & Schuster Imprint Simon & Schuster Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Illustrations f-c jacket; spfx: emboss & spot gloss Publication Date 2021-09-07 NZ Release Date 2021-09-07 US Release Date 2021-09-07 UK Release Date 2021-09-07 AU Release Date 2021-11-30 Alternative 9781534477032 DEWEY FIC Audience Teenage / Young adult We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:137698542;

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