conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Peyton, Hank, Hank's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'My Kind of Crazy'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My Kind of Crazy
  The next thing I know, Mr. Giuliani is shaking my hand and pulling me into the living room, telling everyone about the fire and how I was in the hospital. Suddenly, the party guests are fanning out in a circle around us, wanting to hear all the details. Unfortunately, I don't really remember most of them. But I'm overwhelmed by how genuinely glad Nick's family is to see me and their concern.
  They offer me a drink and plates of food, and I glance at Giovanna because I'm sure she's pissed that I've diverted all the attention from her special occasion, but she's sitting there as rapt as the rest of them. I'm not used to being the center of attention in a good way, and it feels pretty amazing. Then Nick's mom says the capper.
  I turn to look at Nick, but he's busy stacking a cracker with salami and cheese, completely avoiding eye contact. "Thank you, I will."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Before I know it, it's August, and I'm packing my life into a bunch of brown cardboard boxes I snagged from the recycler at Shop 'n Save, getting ready to move to Boston.
  On our last night together for the foreseeable future, Nick, Peyton, and I are driving around in Nick's dad's Mercedes trying to figure out something special to do to mark the moment. Nick suggests bowling, but we all agree that's lame and anticlimactic. Peyton suggests a movie, but it defeats the purpose of spending the evening together if we sit in the dark and don't talk for two and a half hours. We come up with several other equally lackluster ideas, and then, as we loop down Main Street for the fourth time in a row, it hits us. It is so obvious it's crazy we didn't think of it right from the get-go.
  The three of us sit at a corner table, and when the waitress comes by and asks if we're ready to order, we most definitely are. We order three How High burgers (no tomatoes for Peyton), a large order of fries, and three Cokes. The waitress rings the giant bell by the register and announces to the kitchen in a booming voice, "We got three How Highs!"
  Nick points to a blank spot in the row of pictures of those who have successfully finished their burgers. "That's where mine is going. Right there."
  Nick turns to Peyton and asks, "So what's the story with you two? I mean, now that Hank's going to be in Boston, are you guys gonna live together or something?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "
  Nick turns to Peyton and asks, "So what's the story with you two? I mean, now that Hank's going to be in Boston, are you guys gonna live together or something?". Right there. "That's where mine is going. The waitress rings the giant bell by the register and announces to the kitchen in a booming voice, "We got three How Highs!"
  Nick points to a blank spot in the row of pictures of those who have successfully finished their burgers. We order three How High burgers (no tomatoes for Peyton), a large order of fries, and three Cokes.
  The three of us sit at a corner table, and when the waitress comes by and asks if we're ready to order, we most definitely are. It is so obvious it's crazy we didn't think of it right from the get-go. We come up with several other equally lackluster ideas, and then, as we loop down Main Street for the fourth time in a row, it hits us. Peyton suggests a movie, but it defeats the purpose of spending the evening together if we sit in the dark and don't talk for two and a half hours. Nick suggests bowling, but we all agree that's lame and anticlimactic.
  On our last night together for the foreseeable future, Nick, Peyton, and I are driving around in Nick's dad's Mercedes trying to figure out something special to do to mark the moment.Before I know it, it's August, and I'm packing my life into a bunch of brown cardboard boxes I snagged from the recycler at Shop 'n Save, getting ready to move to Boston
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: To my incredible, hilarious, rock star agent Leigh Feldman. Thank you for believing in me and this story from the very beginning. I am so grateful for your invaluable advice, wisdom, and laugh-out-loud emails. I feel so lucky to have you in my corner.
  If ever there were a profession where one needs people who get his/her crazy, it's writing, and I am so grateful for some fabulous friends in my life who do just that. All the squeezy hugs and gratitude to Demetra Brodsky, Tracy Holczer, Shelli Cornelison, Michelle Levy, Jessica Love, Ara Grigorian, Jennifer Bosworth, Gretchen McNeil, Nadine Nettman, Julia Collard, Jennifer Olson, James Raney, Lisa Marnell, Anne Tibbetts, Meredith Glickman, Eileen Cook, Beth Navarro, Claire Di Liscia Baird, Nicole Maggi, Dana Elmendorf, Cindy Pon, Shaun Hutchinson, Karen Grencik, my fellow Sweet Sixteeners, SCBWI, and all my SoCal writer peeps! And to Laurie Halse Anderson, who gave me my first manuscript critique and made me swear I would never stop writing.
  Additional thanks to my nonwriter cheerleading squad: Jill Freeman, Rachel Greenwald, Lisa Fragner, Julie Hallowell, Susan Wolf, Marcus Ryle, Nancy Walker, Martha Green, Niki Ross, Melissa Beal, Mike Gangemi, Jacob Walker, Arun Burra, Michelle Choi, Ilene Bobrowsky, Cori Henry, Debbie Blander, and all my WHS Regiment moms! Please know that your encouragement and support has meant the world to me.
  Robin Reul has been writing stories since she was old enough to hold a pen. Though she grew up on movie sets and worked for years in the film and television industry, she ultimately decided to focus her attention on writing young adult novels. And unlike Hank, she does not know how to ride a bike. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, son, and daughter. My Kind Of Crazy is her first novel.
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