Finished Mr. Terupt Falls Again by Rob Buyea. I received a copy from the publisher on Netgalley.
Summary (from Goodreads):
“Fifth-grade was full of unforgettable events for Mr. Terupt and his class at Snow Hill School. Seven students were particularly affected by Mr. Terupt. Now those seven students are back, and they’ve been granted the rare opportunity to send one more year with their beloved teacher before they graduate from elementary school. Peter’s parents expect him to attend private school after sixth-grade, but Peter has plans to stay right where he is. Eager to grow up, Alexia gets in over her head with some older kids. Danielle suspects that her family is keeping a secret from her, and she’s determined to find out what it is. Jeffrey makes a life-changing discovery. Curious about her teacher’s past, Jessica uncovers startling details about Mr. Terupt. Anna finally decides she’s ready for the truth about her absent dad. And Luke’s keen observations lead to questions with unexpected answers.
It’s a roller coaster of a year as Mr. Terupt helps his students be the best they can be—and enlists their help to pull off an extra-special project. But will there be a happy ending for all?”
I love this series and hope that somehow there will be another book. Possibly Mr. Terupt can become a high school teacher? (Which would actually be awesome; I would love to see the way he’d teach The Great Gatsby, for example.)
But there’s one thing with this story that completely strains credibility. I will admit that after the events of the last book, Mr. Terupt and the kids in his class have an incredible bond. But would you really let a class of sixth graders plan your wedding? REALLY?! Because I will tell you now that the odds that you’d be dancing to a One Direction or Justin Bieber or whoever the kids like now are very, very strong.
I actually had the best time trying to figure out what sixth grade me would insist the hypothetical teachers would dance to, and I’m going to guess it probably would’ve been Lost in Your Eyes by Debbie Gibson (and that would be a best case scenario).
