The pleasure of reading this is considerable, but it's quite thin and inconsequential. And there's something here that doesn't gel: a view on romantic relationships that is very old-fashioned, immature and problematic: the teacher sacrifices individuality just to enable another person's quest for "the one"/right type (maybe it's silly to complain about this, but I want children's books free from this madness). The kids' relationship with their teacher is truly marvellous; pity that only Kamo, the narrator, the big kid and the tearful kid get all the dialogues; it felt like an all-boys, a 4-party classroom, making it verrrry French. But it's a lovely way to spend 30 minutes, nonetheless.