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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Along the Indigo about Jude, Marsden, Wynn with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: Gr 9 UpFor Marsden, coming of age has meant finding a way to get her and her younger sister, Wynn, out of the town of Glory, by any means necessary. Wages stored up from her job in the kitchen of the brothel where her mother works as a prostitute are supplemented by skimming: taking money from the bodies, largely suicide victims, that appear in her family's darkly wooded land known as "the covert" to the rest of the town. Marsden knows that in time, she and Wynn will be expected to follow in her mother's footsteps; and after her father's body was found in the covert several years earlier, her sole focus has been on escape. It's only when Jude, a boy that she knows remotely from her high school, asks for help finding a box his brother Rigby may have hidden in the covert prior to his suicide that her plans are interrupted. It quickly becomes clear that she and Jude have more in common than both being biracialMarsden is of Chinese descent and Jude is of African American descentin a very white town, and an interest in the covert. the author's darkly poetic narrative can at times be slow paced but ultimately takes a lyrical turn toward both love story and murder mystery, and leads readers to a satisfying and surprising conclusion. VERDICT A good selection for most thriller shelves.Joanna Sondheim, Columbia Grammar &amp; Preparatory School, New York City
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
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conversations.value: Along the Indigo
  This early in the summer, Marsden hadn't yet remembered how far sound could carry coming from an open window.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Lucy opened the door wider and motioned her inside. "Oh, she's with us, in here. She was wandering around the house bored."
  Marsden had seen Peaches's room before, but only in flashes, and only when she was helping Dany the times she was running behind—to drop off laundry or ask about bedding, to double-check about a spot on a dress. Sometimes, though, when it was just Peaches, Marsden was tempted to linger, to study the older girl and see past what she worked as. To pretend her room was that of a typical twenty-somethings, that she and Peaches were typical, too, and something close to friends.
  Pale pastel floral prints and framed mirrors covered nearly every inch of the gray-papered walls. The bed was a king-size patch of yellow, topped with blue throw pillows, its headboard a panel of cream corduroy. A crystal chandelier sprawled from the ceiling like an oversized flower. Instead of a vanity, Peaches used a long wooden table that spanned the entire length of the back wall, a long mirror propped up on it so that it reminded Marsden of a ballet studio. Shoes and perfume bottles and sparkling coils of jewelry were scattered on nearly every flat surface in the room.
  Everything was cluttered, overwhelming; she couldn't help but contrast it with her half of the bedroom she shared with Wynn, where her most important things were tucked into places no one could even see. As one of Nina's girls, Peaches's strengths were her exaggerated good looks, the way she swaggered in her femininity, her desires never a secret. Once, Nina had called her a barracuda, and Peaches had taken it as a compliment. But here in her room, her being a woman felt soft, not like a skill set. It left Marsden confused.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: It left Marsden confused.. But here in her room, her being a woman felt soft, not like a skill set. Once, Nina had called her a barracuda, and Peaches had taken it as a compliment. As one of Nina's girls, Peaches's strengths were her exaggerated good looks, the way she swaggered in her femininity, her desires never a secret.
  Everything was cluttered, overwhelming; she couldn't help but contrast it with her half of the bedroom she shared with Wynn, where her most important things were tucked into places no one could even see. Shoes and perfume bottles and sparkling coils of jewelry were scattered on nearly every flat surface in the room. Instead of a vanity, Peaches used a long wooden table that spanned the entire length of the back wall, a long mirror propped up on it so that it reminded Marsden of a ballet studio. A crystal chandelier sprawled from the ceiling like an oversized flower. The bed was a king-size patch of yellow, topped with blue throw pillows, its headboard a panel of cream corduroy.
  Pale pastel floral prints and framed mirrors covered nearly every inch of the gray-papered walls. To pretend her room was that of a typical twenty-somethings, that she and Peaches were typical, too, and something close to friends. Sometimes, though, when it was just Peaches, Marsden was tempted to linger, to study the older girl and see past what she worked as."
  Marsden had seen Peaches's room before, but only in flashes, and only when she was helping Dany the times she was running behind—to drop off laundry or ask about bedding, to double-check about a spot on a dress. She was wandering around the house bored. "Oh, she's with us, in here.Lucy opened the door wider and motioned her inside
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conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.
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conversations.value: My brilliant, passionate, and tireless agent, Victoria Marini. I'm so very lucky to have you in my corner, and I wouldn't be here doing any of this without you.
  Bak and Hing, Wendy, Ray and Peggy, Heather and Terry, Ashley and Steven, Dallas. Your constant encouragement means the world.