One Very Odd Teacher by Robbie Yates | Book Review | Blog Tour |

Hi Guys,

I’m a part of another blog tour. This time it’s for a Childrens/Middle Grade Book. Big thanks to Shalini from Digital Reads Blog Tours for letting me join this amazing tour. Now, I  feel like I want to read more books from this genre. So guys, RECOMMENDATIONS are welcome.

TITLE: One Very Odd Teacher

BY: Robbie Yates

GENRE: Childrens, Middle Grade

PUBLICATION: September 23rd 2018


The humming noise got louder. Adam willed himself to focus. He had to finish his math test.

Suddenly, the noise became unbearable. He glanced up.

Mrs Murphy was inches away, leaning over another kid’s desk. Was the noise coming from her?


Every child remembers a teacher who was a little bizarre, prickly or ill-tempered. Some teachers, though, are very odd indeed, and warrant some closer attention…

This quirky chapter book will thrill kids who are adventurous, brave, and a little bit cheeky!

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The first question I had in mind when I received this from Shalini was: how many Children’s or Middle Grade books have I read in my 26 short years? The answer to that is less than ten. So needless to say, I was a bit worried about this book.

But after an hour reading it, I was like, why was I even worried? Because seriously, this book is a gift. A real treat. It made me smile and laugh and yeah, reminisce. Odd Mrs. Murphy with her boring teachings reminded me of my school teachers. Maybe my teachers weren’t as odd as Mrs. Murphy but quite a number of them had boring teaching ways (Sorry my beloved teachers. Thank you for your contributions in my life. 🙂 )

But as a character, Mrs. Murphy is a fascinating one. In fact, this book is filled with fascinating characters. Like Adam. I love how the author portrayed his main character. Adam is smart and very observant but acts like his age. That makes him so real. And because he’s so adorable I can’t help but to be his cheerleader. Especially, when he became so determined to know what’s going on with Mrs. Murphy. He just can’t ignore the odd stuffs, only him notices. And I like that quality so much.

And Adam’s bestfriend, Jennifer. Awww, they’re just the cutest duo. So adorable, I wanna give them a huge hug and won’t let go. These two really stole my heart and I’m okay with it. I also liked Helmut, that poor boy. And how can I forget Adam’s amazing parents. I’m so glad they were included in the story.

Overall, I give this one 5 stars. The author certainly knows his craft. Not only he came up with an idea for a great story, he also mastered the art of storytelling and as a result: a fun, fast, fascinating read that everyone will enjoy. No matter how old you are.


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After recess, Mrs Murphy handed out a math test. The day got immeasurably worse. Adam dropped his head into his hands. He knew he was going to fail.

“During this test,” Mrs Murphy announced, “you’ll need to use the TrooCo pencils from your stationery packs. You aren’t allowed to help others, and you must keep your eyes on your own work. Anyone caught copying will get a zero on the test, and a visit to Principal Sharley.”

She moved closer to where Adam and Jennifer sat. She peered at Adam pointedly. “I don’t think I need to remind you that we will all be doing this silently.” She handed out the tests and Adam searched in his pencil case for a TrooCo pencil. He found one just as the test slid onto his desk.

He glanced at the first page. It looked incomprehensible. He sighed, wrote his name at the top, and shot Jennifer a desperate look. She shrugged her shoulders, already a few questions in.

Adam stared at Question 1. It began with a picture of a donut.

A teacher needs to chop a donut into thirty pieces, the instructions said. Every child in the class should get the same-sized piece. Draw a diagram to show how it can be done.

Adam frowned. What sort of teacher gives each child one thirtieth of a donut? he thought.

He strummed his fingers on his chin, trying to figure out what he had to do, but a high-pitched hum was distracting him. Adam forced himself to ignore the noise and concentrate on his test.

Under Question 2, there were several identical cartoon socks. The question was about sorting them into groups of three. Who groups their socks in threes? Adam thought, rolling his eyes. They belong in pairs!

The high-pitched humming sound got louder. Adam willed himself to focus.

The answer to the sock problem was on the tip of his tongue when the humming became unbearable. He glanced up. Mrs Murphy was inches away, leaning over another kid’s desk. Was the noise coming from her?

Adam frowned. Mrs Murphy shuffled over to another part of the room, and the humming faded. He looked over at Jennifer, trying to make eye contact. But Jennifer, diligent as always, was engrossed in the second page of the test.

He kept staring at Jennifer, hoping she’d feel his eyes on her and look up. All of a sudden, the humming sound became louder again, ringing in his ears like an angry mosquito.

Adam looked up. Mrs Murphy was standing right in front of him, her eyes fixed on his. The hum was deafening. “Keep your eyes on your own work, Adam,” she said. Adam nodded, gulped, and stared back down at his test, hoping she’d go away.

From that moment onwards, every time Adam glanced up from his test, Mrs Murphy was staring right at him. He tried as hard as he could to keep his eyes on his paper, but the noise was making it impossible to think. His score on this test was going to be abysmal.

Once the test was finally over, and Mrs Murphy had gathered up all the papers, he leant over to Jennifer. “Please tell me you heard that!” he whispered.

“Heard what?” she asked, raising her eyebrows. Her freckles jumped across her face.

“That noise, during the test. That weird humming.”

Jennifer shook her head. Melodramatically, she touched Adam’s forehead, checking for a fever. Adam rolled his eyes.

“I’m not going crazy,” he said. “I heard something. It was bizarre.”

Sure you did,” said Jennifer, crossing her arms. “It’s lucky it’s nearly home time, kid. I think you need some rest.”

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Hipster breakfast egg characters with mustache, beard, black bowler hat and glasses. Creative design holiday poster eggs cups. drawn gentleman faces vintage style. gray background.

Robbie Yates is an author from Melbourne, Australia. He likes cocoa, cheeky poetry, and eating all of the red jellybeans before anybody else can get to them.

In his free time, Robbie likes to read ridiculous and wacky kids’ fiction. He also likes practical jokes and terrible puns.

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15 thoughts on “One Very Odd Teacher by Robbie Yates | Book Review | Blog Tour |

  1. I have seen a couple of posts of this blog tour so far and each one of them has so far managed to bring a smile to my face. This book really sounds incredibly heartwarming. I love stories that really make you think back and make you take a trip down memory lane. This was a fabulous and truly great review😊 Glad you enjoyed this one so much😊

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  2. Aaaaagh Lili this review is THE BEST!!!! I’m so glad you liked it (and that your worries about reading middle-grade fiction dissolved). I LOVE your post and your comments – they have put the biggest smile on my face!! Shalini is right – I am absolutely dancing!! 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂 🙂

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  3. Wonderful review Lili. I love reading middle grades fiction, it always makes me remember how much I loved to read as a kid as well as give me something to put on my shelf for my grandson and nieces and nephews. Fun stories always elicit such great reviews and smiles from the readers.

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