Goodbye, Mr. Terupt (Mr. Terupt, 4) Paperback – October 12, 2021 by Rob Buyea

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Author: Buyea Rob

Color: Multicolor

Package Dimensions: 0x0x113

Number Of Pages: 416

Release Date: 12-10-2021

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The seven kids who bonded in Mr. Terupt’s fifth-grade class are now in eighth grade, reunited with their beloved teacher, and vow to make the year as memorable as possible.

Jeffrey, Alexia, Anna, Danielle, Luke, Peter, and Jessica are thrilled to have their beloved teacher, Mr. Terupt, back for the school year–this time as their biweekly adviser. They still rely on him for guidance in all things, school and life.

When Mr. Terupt reveals what his plan is after the school year ends,  the students hatch bucket-list type projects to show their appreciation for him in order to make the school year important, memorable, and way bigger than just the group. Will the gang stick together down to the final project? Will their friendships endure after the difficult goodbye?

Review

“Mr. Terupt’s fans will be happy to see their favorite characters return with a bucket list of epic projects. A satisfying culmination of a middle school chronicle.” –
Kirkus Reviews

About the Author

ROB BUYEA taught third and fourth graders for six years; then he taught high school biology and coached wrestling for seven years. Currently, he is a full-time writer and lives in Massachusetts with his wife and daughters. His first novel in the MR. TERUPT series,
Because of Mr. Terupt, was selected as an E. B. White Read Aloud Honor Book and a Cybils Honor Book. It has also won several state awards and was named to numerous state reading lists. Other books in the series include
Mr. Terupt Falls Again and
Saving Mr. Terupt. Buyea also wrote THE PERFECT SCORE trilogy
, composed of
The Perfect Score, The Perfect Secret, and The Perfect Star. Visit him online at robbuyea.com and on Facebook, and follow @RobBuyea on Twitter.

Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.

Peter
When it came to the gang, we were in the business of making memories. Whether pulling killer pranks or attempting unbelievable stunts–my specialty–or tackling over-the-top projects together, we had a way of doing things that people would talk about for a long time. The kind of stuff that inspired. And this year was no different. This year we needed memories that would last us a lifetime–because after saying goodbye, that’s all you have left to hold on to.
I kicked things off for us at the Summer Sound Festival, which was this huge weekend party held outdoors on the Long Island Sound. There were tons of food trucks and vendors, live music and entertainment, and people. It was the place to be. All of our parents went, but we ditched them and met up with each other as soon as we got there.
For all the hype, the festival really wasn’t anything that great. The music lineup was just a bunch of local nobodies, and the vendor stuff was even lamer, but Lexie dragged us through tent after tent because no way could she miss out on any shopping.
“Do we really need to walk through all this?” I complained.
“Don’t be a sourpuss,” Jessica replied. “Look at it this way: maybe you can find some pretty jewelry to buy for Lexie.”
“Yeah, that’s the attitude,” Lexie said, batting her eyelashes at me.
She loved me now, but before long she’d be ready to kill me. That was our relationship–hot and cold.
It was borderline torture, but I tagged along like her lost puppy (her real foo-foo ankle-biter, Margo, was at home because of a strict festival policy–no dogs allowed). I got why Danielle liked the artist booths with the paintings and drawings, and why Anna liked the photography stuff. What killed me was the way Luke was all into the vendors displaying their inventions. He was fascinated by their creativity. Even Jeffrey seemed interested. Maybe not at the booths selling handmade doll clothes or quilts, but he was down with the metal and woodworking stuff. He got excited when he found a small toy wooden train that he was able to buy for his little brother, Asher. I got excited when I found a concession stand in the back of the fourth tent. I was starving, but