conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled High Country about Laura, Bruce, Aunt with the genre: Romance, Contemporary?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A terrible car accident left Laura fatherless, and at a loss for many memories of her life before the accident. But when she and her cousin Bruce are going through their Aunt Alice's papers after her death, Bruce finds a certificate that will change Laura's life forever: a marriage certificate. With her name on it. The doctors told her she wouldn't be able to remember a lot of things, but how could she forget getting married? Laura is shocked even further when she finds out she is heir to a fortune and her father's ranch, High Country. As she discovers the secrets about her past that Aunt Alice kept so well hidden from her, Laura is determined to get back what is rightfully hers. But trying to regain the beautiful house and land from a stubborn cowboy, Paul "Mac" Burgoyne, who claims to be her husband, is more than she bargained for.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: But trying to regain the beautiful house and land from a stubborn cowboy, Paul "Mac" Burgoyne, who claims to be her husband, is more than she bargained for.. As she discovers the secrets about her past that Aunt Alice kept so well hidden from her, Laura is determined to get back what is rightfully hers. The doctors told her she wouldn't be able to remember a lot of things, but how could she forget getting married? Laura is shocked even further when she finds out she is heir to a fortune and her father's ranch, High Country. With her name on it. But when she and her cousin Bruce are going through their Aunt Alice's papers after her death, Bruce finds a certificate that will change Laura's life forever: a marriage certificate.A terrible car accident left Laura fatherless, and at a loss for many memories of her life before the accident
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first three paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: High Country
  In a selfish and heartless way, Anna was glad. Phil might have died eventually from brain injury. This way she was absolved to a certain extent. She could pretend he would have awakened, seen stars, staggered a few steps, then, like Wile E. Coyote, been right as rain.
  Mark sat opposite her on a matching boulder across the trail. He put the flashlight beside his thigh. Its beam now struck her in the sternum and enough was reflected back that he showed the ghoulish effect children try for when they put flashlights beneath their chins. The muzzle of the pistol remained steady, pointed at her center body mass. Without disturbing his aim, Mark fumbled a cigarette out of his jacket pocket and lit it with the dexterity of a longtime smoker.
  Anna tried to see past blood and bone to the tickings of his mind. What would keep him talking? What would put him off guard? As far as she knew he believed her to be a crippled, middle-aged waitress—albeit with a homicidal streak where double-bladed axes were concerned—who had inadvertently stumbled on his salvage operation.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know five more paragraphs? End with the sentence '
  From beneath the overhang of a boulder the size of a small house trailer, a tangle of curly blond hair trailed through a mess of frozen leaves and duff.'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: With the water as a guide they found it easily. As she'd expected from her original Braille investigation, the pack was filled with fuel-soaked weed. Identification wasn't a problem. "T. Cauliff Spencer" was written on the nylon closure flap with black Magic Marker.
  More photographs. Clean-up would be a big job—much bigger than a handful of rangers could hope to accomplish in an afternoon. With the exception of corpses, everything was to be left as they found it. Until the detritus could be cleared away, a guard would be posted at the lake to keep away scavengers of the two-legged variety.
  Working in pairs lest some of the human cockroaches remained in the area, they began the search for Trish's body, Dixon's, Caitlin's, Patrick's. The ground in the high country had been frozen for a month or more. Anna doubted her buddies from Camp 4 would have exerted themselves to bury the corpses.
  The rangers who'd found the body had touched nothing, whether from fear of contaminating the crime scene or because they didn't want to be alone when they did it, Anna wasn't sure. In as remote an area as Lower Merced Pass Lake there would be no special crime scene investigators to call in. The crime scene was short, brutal and contaminated by scavengers.
  From beneath the overhang of a boulder the size of a small house trailer, a tangle of curly blond hair trailed through a mess of frozen leaves and duff.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Anna didn't answer. She was looking at the date on the message. The call had come the night she'd spent in the high country, the night death had beckoned with the promise of golden shores and diamond waters. It was then, she'd seen it then: seen Paul lift the big orange tiger cat to his shoulder and carry him from her house in Rocky Springs.
  The pretense and lies begun at the Ahwahnee and cemented in place by the horror in the high country broke and fell away. Her mind cleared. Into it came the warmth of a home and hearth waiting for her in Port Gibson, Mississippi; a man who was more than just comfort for a night, a man who, with luck and grace, would be comfort for a lifetime.
  She laughed. It caught in her throat and became a sob. So close, she had come so close to losing one of the few chances at purity remaining to hands so recently bloodied.
  Anna looked at him. Saw him. A nice guy. Not a hero or a soul mate or even a roll in the hay, but a good man deserving better than a woman's passing insanity. He deserved love.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He deserved love.. Not a hero or a soul mate or even a roll in the hay, but a good man deserving better than a woman's passing insanity. A nice guy. Saw him.
  Anna looked at him. So close, she had come so close to losing one of the few chances at purity remaining to hands so recently bloodied. It caught in her throat and became a sob.
  She laughed. Into it came the warmth of a home and hearth waiting for her in Port Gibson, Mississippi; a man who was more than just comfort for a night, a man who, with luck and grace, would be comfort for a lifetime. Her mind cleared.
  The pretense and lies begun at the Ahwahnee and cemented in place by the horror in the high country broke and fell away. It was then, she'd seen it then: seen Paul lift the big orange tiger cat to his shoulder and carry him from her house in Rocky Springs. The call had come the night she'd spent in the high country, the night death had beckoned with the promise of golden shores and diamond waters. She was looking at the date on the message.Anna didn't answer