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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Kindness of Strangers about Skip, THLESS, THRILLER with the genre: Mystery, Thriller & Suspense, Mystery.
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conversations.value: THLESS THRILLER... the author pushes her protagonist to the breaking point and the series to a new high water mark of suspense."&lt;br&gt;--Los Angeles Times&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On temporary leave of absence from the force, Police Detective Skip Langdon becomes obsessed with exposing the frightening figure beneath the good-guy image of Errol Jacomine--a liberal-minded, civic-spirited preacher who is running for mayor of New Orleans.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Immediately, an anonymous army of hatchet men go to work on Skip, who learns that opposing Jacomine is dangerous business. And when the only witness to the preachers crimes turns up dead, Skip follows her instincts to the dark center of bayou country... where dead cops tell no tales.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Displays the writing skills of one of the genres leading exponents... The climax, a frantic rescue effort in the teeth of Hurricane Hannah, will stay with you."&lt;br&gt;--The Cleveland Plain Dealer
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: "&lt;br&gt;--The Cleveland Plain Dealer. The climax, a frantic rescue effort in the teeth of Hurricane Hannah, will stay with you...&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;"Displays the writing skills of one of the genres leading exponents. where dead cops tell no tales... And when the only witness to the preachers crimes turns up dead, Skip follows her instincts to the dark center of bayou country.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Immediately, an anonymous army of hatchet men go to work on Skip, who learns that opposing Jacomine is dangerous business."&lt;br&gt;--Los Angeles Times&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;On temporary leave of absence from the force, Police Detective Skip Langdon becomes obsessed with exposing the frightening figure beneath the good-guy image of Errol Jacomine--a liberal-minded, civic-spirited preacher who is running for mayor of New Orleans. the author pushes her protagonist to the breaking point and the series to a new high water mark of suspense...THLESS THRILLER
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conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Kindness of Strangers
  We're far enough into this account that I suppose even Mr Leonard would permit me a direct reference to the weather: it's fucking pouring. I trot to the car from the ATM, but get drenched anyway. Once we get out in the sludge-like flow of traffic, George says, 'Now, read me that first line and I'll come up with another.'
  I read it to him: 'I'm in the back of a taxi in London and I did not recently fall into the Thames or any other body of water, but I look as if I did.'
  Sheesh, this guy does sit down and write mysteries every night. I'm not going to be able to keep up. I jot down his contribution to the story and my brain grinds to a halt.
  He winks when I hand him the fare. 'We'll finish that story on the next ride, mate.' A charming fellow.
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conversations.value: Give me another paragraph.
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conversations.value: Mehmet, probably contemplating dinner, was hustling us out the front door just as the sun set and I was reduced to asking the most moronic of journalistic questions. 'What,' I said, 'is the funniest thing that ever happens in the Van Cat House?'
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: The moon came out of its shadow a few moments later, and the brilliance of the stars faded a little, and the comet became barely visible once again. But just then it had been visible, and I, moreover, had seen it.
  And it was in that instant I realised something: that in this astonishing grand conjunction – of new friendship, of tropical warmth, of strawberries and cream and cool white wine, of white sand and sea swimming, and of Brazilian turtles, an eclipse of the moon and the rising of a comet – was perhaps the greatest wealth of experience that any one individual could ever know in one moment. I was at that instant blessed beyond belief, beyond all understanding. And that state of grace had all come about purely and simply because one man and one woman – the Reverend Paul Wilson and his comfortable wife Angela, who had been perfect strangers to me until now – had decided to offer me, for one unrewarded moment, no more and no less than their kindness.
  Then the mood altered, as it always must, for after a few minutes two brilliant searchlights appeared low on the horizon, and they grew steadily brighter every passing second. For a moment I thought it was the comet again; but Paul jumped up. He had seen it before. 'Your plane,' he announced. 'We'd better hurry.'
  My jet landed the next morning at an airbase in the Cotswolds, and I decided on a whim, having an hour or two now to spare, that on my way down to London I would stop in and see my Oxford tailor. So at about ten o'clock I was standing in the fitting room, and before he slipped the new jacket on me, he asked me to unroll my shirtsleeves. As I did so, a cascade of the purest white sand fell from the folds, onto the carpet. I apologised, but the tailor said it was no trouble, and asked, more out of politeness than serious inquiry, whether I could tell him where it had come from. Ascension Island, I said, and proceeded to tell him the story.
  He listened patiently, and then, putting away his chalk and looping his tape around his neck, he said, 'You know, you are a very, very lucky man indeed. Lucky to be in such a place. Lucky to see such things. And luckiest of all to meet such very kind people. I envy you. Everyone must envy you. Wherever would you be – have you ever wondered? – without all their kindness, and without all this luck?' As he opened the door for me he put his hand briefly on my shoulder. And then I walked off into the rain.