conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled The Bones of You about Jess, Halloween, Britain's with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: This short novel by one of Britain's most energetic horror writers centers on a father's desperate love for his child. Adam Morris is thoroughly aware of his failings, especially his propensity for uncontrollable violence, but he believes he is turning his life around. He rents a house where his young daughter, Jess, can stay with him on the biweekly visits the courts permit. Then a friend informs him that a female serial killer once lived in the house next door and murdered children annually on Halloween. After his drug-addicted ex-wife falls into a coma, Jess comes to live with him full timeand Halloween night is approaching. the author (Pretty Little Dead Things) smoothly introduces glimpses of threatening apparitions that are almost submerged in Adam's gradual, disturbing exploration of his own dark secrets. The climax is a bit rushed, with too many revelations crammed into too little space, but the story as a whole will keep the reader intrigued. (Oct.)
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The Bones of You
  I'd thought Delphine would go to Carol's, but just before it was agreed, she took my hand and asked if she could stay with me and Angus. Even without everything she'd been through, her terrible secret, which she couldn't find a way to talk about, there was no way we could have said no.
  I see Neal, just briefly, one last time. He comes over one evening, when Angus is home. We've talked about this, and Angus is prepared to be civil, though I know the personal cost to him. Really, he'd like to punch Neal's lights out, but the time for that has passed.
  It hurts to think that if it wasn't for us, if Carol also hadn't offered a home to Delphine, Delphine would have ended up in foster care. Not that it's of any real concern to Neal, who, because he could afford a good lawyer, paid a disproportionately small price for the abuse he inflicted. Who, with his newfound freedom and lack of interest in his daughter, doesn't actually care.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then against the black, I see two far-off lights, pure, dazzling, untarnished, on a collision course. I watch them close until their paths touch, then flare brightly as one brilliant shooting star, before vanishing in opposite directions.
  Once, I was my mother's perfect daughter. I could do no wrong. Until she discovered that I wasn't perfect and nor was she, and it broke her.
  Then I'm back at the beginning. It's coming to me; I'm starting to remember what's missing, who I've lost, who I'm waiting for.
  And through the woods, I see her, with Alex's eyes, with the pale skin and the hair shining silver, like mine—because they are mine. She's running through the trees toward me, and as she gets closer, the love inside me wells up and overflows around us, enveloping her, drawing her close until at last she's here, with me. I reach my arms out, feel her melt into me, and the gaping emptiness is gone.
  That's when time stops, the trees, the earth, the sky fading, slipping away, as it's the wind that comes for us, with its choir of voices, that most pure, blissful sound, soaring us higher, up into the heavens, into the stars, into the light.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He's a bastard, Will. Uses his surgeon's precision to dig the knife in, but he's forgetting, I knew her soul. I stay calm.