conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Claire, Ville, Rose with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Claire of the Sea Light'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first paragraph for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Claire of the Sea Light
  The morning Claire Limyè Lanmè Faustin turned seven, a freak wave, measuring between ten and twelve feet high, was seen in the ocean outside of Ville Rose. Claire's father, Nozias, a fisherman, was one of many who saw it in the distance as he walked toward his sloop. He first heard a low rumbling, like that of distant thunder, then saw a wall of water rise from the depths of the ocean, a giant blue-green tongue, trying, it seemed, to lick a pink sky.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: five more paragraphs
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conversations.value: He spent the rest of the evening under a dense grove of palms that had grown in a curve, their intricate roots spilling over the sand. He bought a bottle of Prestige beer, which he drank before dozing off at the foot of the crescent palms.
  When he woke up, a bonfire had been started and the dead fisherman's wife was sitting in its glow, in a low sisal chair, receiving well-wishers. Too large for her long white skirt to fully cover, her heavier leg looked like a piece of driftwood waiting to be placed in the fire.
  Watching the dead fisherman's wife reminded him of a Grimm's fairy tale his father had told him when he was a boy. The way he remembered it, one day a fisherman pulled a talking flounder out of the sea. Claiming to be an enchanted prince, the flounder begged to be returned to the sea and the fisherman released him. When the fisherman went home, he told his wife what had happened, and she scolded him for asking nothing of the enchanted flounder in return for his release. The fisherman's wife convinced her husband to return to the sea, find the flounder, and ask him for a cottage to replace the shack in which they were living. The flounder granted the wife's wish and soon they had a cottage. This was not enough for the wife, who made her husband return several times to ask the flounder for a castle, then to make her an emperor, then a pope, then a god.
  The part that Max Junior remembered best—because it was the part of the story that his father seemed to disapprove of the most—was of the wife wanting the power to make the sun rise.
  What is wrong with wanting that? Max Junior had always thought. Who wouldn't want the power to make the sun rise at will?
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last four paragraphs
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conversations.value: More people started coming and more lamps. So many people now that they were blocking her view and she could no longer see the red-shirted man, Madame Gaëlle, or her father. She continued down the hill, running so fast that she slipped on some loose gravel stones and fell. She popped back up, then started running again, leaving her sandals behind.
  She had to go back and see her father and Madame Gaëlle, whose own sorrows could have nearly drowned them. She had to go down to the water to see them take turns breathing into this man, breathing him back to life. Before becoming Madame Gaëlle's daughter, she had to go home, just one last time.
  I owe so much to Nicole Aragi and Robin Desser for their love and guidance over nearly two decades now. Thank you, Jennifer Kurdyla, for your time and patience.
  On Claire's seventh birthday, she and her fisherman father Nozias Faustin follow the same tradition they have long practiced: they go to visit the grave of her now-deceased mother, and his wife: a beautiful, universally loved woman named Claire Narcis who died giving birth to the girl who bears her name. Nozias has raised Claire on his own, yet has all along been tormented by a single idea: that, in order to provide for his daughter he should leave her "pou chèche lavi"—to look for a better life—and to entrust Claire with a woman of greater means: a local shopkeeper called Gaëlle Lavaud.