conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled One Good Deed about psuedonym, Sonia, Greenwich with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author (psuedonym) is a psychiatrist and psychoanalyst living with his wife, Sonia, in Greenwich Village, New York. He is on the faculty at a local medical school, and has a private practice. He has coauthored a number of scientific articles. This is his first novel.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: One Good Deed
  So we're heading home, oblivious to almost everything, when a wiry little guy comes up behind us, like a gremlin soothsayer. "Don't stand there!" he cautions. "It's dangerous!"
  And sure enough, we were standing right under the arm of a streetlight, where half a dozen pigeons perched contentedly. He points at the ground. Covered in pigeon poop.
  We manage to cross the street without incident, and all three of us turn back to see our friend, sitting on a wall like a guard in a turret, ready to warn the next group of pedestrians.
  I was about four, and because I was obedient (ancient history), I had been pestering my mother for permission to say "shut up." No, she tirelessly repeated, it's not polite, and bad manners to boot. But I was equally relentless. One night, as she was giving me a bath, I posed my argument once more, pointing out that all the other kids on the block said it.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide four more paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'Then I saw Her Adorableship'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Then I saw Her Adorableship. She was eighty if she was a day, sitting across from me in the subway in a little navy blue suit, brushing her hair, feet set together in little gray sneakers, wearing matching gray gloves. What a picture. How cute, I thought.
  I got to the restaurant, and there was a sign up saying it was closed for a party but that the wine bar was open for dining upstairs. Crap. I turned around and boom! six inches from me was the little lady from the train.
  She was stricken. "But I'm meeting someone here! She's on the bus, and never late. And I don't have her cell phone number."
  So I offered my name, found out hers was Sally, and offered to climb up the two flights of stairs in the stifling heat to see if her date was there. I got a full description; I dragged myself up the stairs. No sign of Sally's theater date.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Last year at this time I felt off track. I wanted to be a better citizen of this world—I'd taken a break, and it had gone on too long. I was looking not only to help others out, but to find a more comfortable skin for myself. And I hoped to inspire my readers to look outward, too. What was my biggest discovery? I found lots of my deeds came from sharing ideas, help, and advice and just plain cheerleading for other readers and writers. It sort of became my "thing."
  If the idea of interests you at all, my advice is this: search for one thing that moves you, and for the rest of the time, try not to always look at the sidewalk, as I tend to do. Try hard to train yourself to keep eyes front and see what's happening around you. And don't worry about making headlines: Little is fine. Little and constant is life-changing.
  A special salaam goes to my friend and agent, Chris Tomasino—everyone needs someone in their life who believes in them so, and works tirelessly to make the rest of the world get on board.
  To my incredible friends who supported me in every way possible: you know who you are, and you know how you helped. Thank you.
  And, of course, my huge, wonderful, hilarious, fete-crazy family, who seem to love me no matter what. Every day I depend on that love to get me through.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Every day I depend on that love to get me through. I wanted to be a better citizen of this world—I'd taken a break, and it had gone on too long. I was looking not only to help others out, but to find a more comfortable skin for myself. And I hoped to inspire my readers to look outward, too. What was my biggest discovery? I found lots of my deeds came from sharing ideas, help, and advice and just plain cheerleading for other readers and writers. It sort of became my "thing."
  If the idea of interests you at all, my advice is this: search for one thing that moves you, and for the rest of the time, try not to always look at the sidewalk, as I tend to do. Try hard to train yourself to keep eyes front and see what's happening around you. And don't worry about making headlines: Little is fine. Little and constant is life-changing.
  A special salaam goes to my friend and agent, Chris Tomasino—everyone needs someone in their life who believes in them so, and works tirelessly to make the rest of the world get on board.
  To my incredible friends who supported me in every way possible: you know who you are, and you know how you helped. Thank you.
  And, of course, my huge, wonderful, hilarious, fete-crazy family, who seem to love me no matter what.Last year at this time I felt off track.