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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Aurelia, Academy, Ione with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Exile'
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Exile about I'm, They're, Environment with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction.. End with the sentence 'com/bookclub.'.
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conversations.value: I'm the author and I write dystopian and post-apocalyptic thrillers. I'm told that the world wants upbeat, cheerful stories - well, I'm sorry but I can't help. My stories have an uncanny habit of predicting future events (and not the good ones). They're inspired by my work at the Environment Agency and the Labour Party and explore issues like climate change, Islamophobia, the refugee crisis and sexism in high places. But the most important thing is that they're a cracking read with gripping plots. You can read the opening chapters of my next novel in advance or join my advance reader team by joining my book club at rachelmccollin.com/bookclub.
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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Exile about Irish, London, Galway with the genre: New, Used & Rental Textbooks, Humanities.
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conversations.value: At 27, Michael Mullen, who had come to London from Galway for work, has lost an arm, a leg, and his looks from being struck by a motor car. He blows most of the compensatory payment he receives being a good-time Charlie before realizing he still must work. Recruited as a freak by a traveling circus, he returns to Galway, where not even his erstwhile sweetheart recognizes him. He publicly denounces the fraudulence of his own act and implicatively of the whole circus, destroying its reputation, before hightailing it back to London and a long descent, interrupted by horrific-comic crises offering a deliverance that he invariably spurns, to destitution and death. The only novel by a prolific Gaelic short story writer and journalist, Exile waited 84 years to be published in English and another 6 years to reach America. Like so much Irish fiction, as Colm Toibin apprises us in the invaluable introduction to The Penguin Book of Irish Fiction (reviewed on p.1326), it is about the Irish predicament of having to leave home to find any fortune to seek and, then, never returning. And like so much Irish fiction, again as Toibin imparts, it is only quasi-realistic, as coincidence and even hallucination drive the plot. Moreover, it is a masterpiece that is as fresh as if it were written yesterday. Ray Olson
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conversations.value: He blows most of the compensatory payment he receives being a good-time Charlie before realizing he still must work. Recruited as a freak by a traveling circus, he returns to Galway, where not even his erstwhile sweetheart recognizes him. He publicly denounces the fraudulence of his own act and implicatively of the whole circus, destroying its reputation, before hightailing it back to London and a long descent, interrupted by horrific-comic crises offering a deliverance that he invariably spurns, to destitution and death. The only novel by a prolific Gaelic short story writer and journalist, Exile waited 84 years to be published in English and another 6 years to reach America. Like so much Irish fiction, as Colm Toibin apprises us in the invaluable introduction to The Penguin Book of Irish Fiction (reviewed on p.1326), it is about the Irish predicament of having to leave home to find any fortune to seek and, then, never returning. And like so much Irish fiction, again as Toibin imparts, it is only quasi-realistic, as coincidence and even hallucination drive the plot. Moreover, it is a masterpiece that is as fresh as if it were written yesterday. Ray Olson
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Aurelia, Academy, Ione with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life.
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conversations.value: Exile (Patterson novel): David Wolfe is a Jewish lawyer with a fiancee, a reliable job and soon to become a congressman.\nWhen he receives a phone call from Hana, an Islamic women he had a secret affair with back in Harvard, he is set on a thrilling series of events.\nHe finds out that the Prime Minister of Israel is assassinated in San Francisco by two suicide bombers, one who failed to do the deed implicates Hana the women he loves as the mastermind of the deed.\nHe rushes to her defense destroying his old life for the woman.\nHis travels soon take him all over the Holy Land in search of answers to the conspiracy.
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conversations.value: \nHis travels soon take him all over the Holy Land in search of answers to the conspiracy..\nHe rushes to her defense destroying his old life for the woman.\nHe finds out that the Prime Minister of Israel is assassinated in San Francisco by two suicide bombers, one who failed to do the deed implicates Hana the women he loves as the mastermind of the deed.\nWhen he receives a phone call from Hana, an Islamic women he had a secret affair with back in Harvard, he is set on a thrilling series of events.Exile (Patterson novel): David Wolfe is a Jewish lawyer with a fiancee, a reliable job and soon to become a congressman
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book titled Exile.
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conversations.value: Exile (Star Trek: Enterprise): Sub-Commander T\'Pol, examining gravitational anomaly patterns, calculates the location of a second sphere within the Delphic Expanse (similar to the one previously seen in ""), and Enterprise diverts course to investigate.\nMeanwhile, Ensign Sato reports to sickbay, explaining to Doctor Phlox that she has been hearing voices and feels like she is being watched.\nShe is later contacted telepathically by Tarquin, an alien that appears in human form.\nHe explains that he can telepathically read objects, and suggests that Enterprise bring him part of the weapon used to attack Earth (in "The Expanse").\nEnterprise soon arrives at Tarquin\'s planet.\nHe welcomes Archer and Hoshi and soon agrees to work on reading the weapon fragment, but only if Sato agrees to remain with him.\nThey agree, and Enterprise departs to investigate the second sphere.\nTarquin and Sato discuss many subjects and initially the alien seems trustworthy.\nHowever she also discovers that he had been watching her telepathically for some time and that she is not the first person to be brought here to provide companionship for him.\nMeanwhile, Enterprise approaches the sphere, but has to halt its approach due to damage from the spatial anomalies generated by it.\nThe ship sends down a shuttlepod coated with Trellium-D (retrieved in ""), and is able to approach close enough to take readings.\nArcher and Trip return to Enterprise and set course to retrieve Sato.\nMeanwhile, Tarquin attempts to trick her into staying with him permanently, but she refuses and threatens to destroy a device which enhances his telepathic abilities.\nHe reluctantly agrees to let her go, and later provides Enterprise with the co-ordinates for the Xindi colony that is building a part of the weapon.\nThe episode ends as T\'Pol calculates that there are approximately 50 spheres in the expanse region.
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conversations.value: \nThe episode ends as T\'Pol calculates that there are approximately 50 spheres in the expanse region..\nHe reluctantly agrees to let her go, and later provides Enterprise with the co-ordinates for the Xindi colony that is building a part of the weapon.\nMeanwhile, Tarquin attempts to trick her into staying with him permanently, but she refuses and threatens to destroy a device which enhances his telepathic abilities.\nArcher and Trip return to Enterprise and set course to retrieve Sato.\nThe ship sends down a shuttlepod coated with Trellium-D (retrieved in ""), and is able to approach close enough to take readings.\nMeanwhile, Enterprise approaches the sphere, but has to halt its approach due to damage from the spatial anomalies generated by it.\nHowever she also discovers that he had been watching her telepathically for some time and that she is not the first person to be brought here to provide companionship for him.\nTarquin and Sato discuss many subjects and initially the alien seems trustworthy.\nThey agree, and Enterprise departs to investigate the second sphere.\nHe welcomes Archer and Hoshi and soon agrees to work on reading the weapon fragment, but only if Sato agrees to remain with him.\nEnterprise soon arrives at Tarquin\'s planet.\nHe explains that he can telepathically read objects, and suggests that Enterprise bring him part of the weapon used to attack Earth (in "The Expanse").\nShe is later contacted telepathically by Tarquin, an alien that appears in human form.\nMeanwhile, Ensign Sato reports to sickbay, explaining to Doctor Phlox that she has been hearing voices and feels like she is being watched.Exile (Star Trek: Enterprise): Sub-Commander T\'Pol, examining gravitational anomaly patterns, calculates the location of a second sphere within the Delphic Expanse (similar to the one previously seen in ""), and Enterprise diverts course to investigate
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conversations.value: Give me a plot for a book about Irish, London, Galway.
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conversations.value: Exile (1994 film): In the 19th century a young man is banished to an island for stealing a few sheep.
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conversations.value: Give me the first paragraph for this book.
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conversations.value: Exile
  She found it bizarre that Moe had reported Ann missing. Ann didn't live with her, she had been missing before, and Maureen knew a bit about the reality of living with a drinker. If Ann was away on a binge, and the police found her and brought her back, she'd be looking for money and bringing trouble. Mood swings and grandiloquent claims went with the territory in alcoholic families and Ann saying she was running for her life was probably a monthly occurrence. If Moe was screwing the brew she definitely wouldn't want to draw official attention to herself. It didn't make sense for Moe to report her missing.
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conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.. End with the sentence ' Elizabeth'd be in Argyle Street; she'd be at Parlain's house.'.
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conversations.value: She wanted to stay in the toilet, wanted to wait until Toner had left, but she knew that might be never and the longer she stayed in there the more frightened she'd be. She washed out her mouth, poking at the cut in her cheek with her tongue. The long, deep gash was bleeding heavily. She wiped the vomit from her coat and pulled up her collar to cover the marks on her neck, picked up her bag and slowly tied a knot in the strap. She spat out a last mouthful of blood into the basin and kept her head high as she walked out into the pub.
  Toner was back at the bar. He looked up at her as she came out, leering as if she'd sucked him off. He said something to the flies and they looked over at her and laughed. She walked unsteadily across the room, every eye watching her. She walked through the little doorway and into the empty leisure drinking room and stopped at the bar, telling herself that she would have a whiskey, just to show him she wasn't scared. But it was a Winnie lie. She needed a whiskey to get straight again and she couldn't hold out until she got somewhere else. She stuck her tongue into the cut, feeling along the edges of the rip, trying to guess how long it was. The barman came around to her. "What can I get you?" He smirked nervously.
  She lifted her glass, swallowing a big mouthful of bloody whiskey, and felt the spiky liquid sate the wound, as gentle and comforting as a kick in the tits. She dropped her empty glass.
  The barman lifted the glass and wiped the bar under it. "Get out," he said, and watched her until she did.
  She wanted to forget Ann, she wanted to go and get Liam and leave here. A sharp breeze swirled along the pavement, carrying dust and city filth, making it difficult to see. She couldn't face the busy high street with people looking at her, smelling the vomit from her coat, seeing her broken neck. He had hit her in front of all of them, fifteen men in a room, and not one of them had flinched. They thought she deserved it. She wondered if Toner had killed Ann in front of them, if the audience of mute men had seen that too and done nothing. As much as she wanted to go home she knew she couldn't just let him get away with it. She needed to find Elizabeth. She stopped and looked up and down the lane, trying to imagine where a woman would run to with her madge hanging out. Elizabeth had had a fright, a big fright, and she was jumpy anyway. She'd be looking for comfort and calm. Maureen looked up Brixton Hill. Elizabeth'd be in Argyle Street; she'd be at Parlain's house.
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: On the way out she stopped Hugh by the door, letting Joe jog down the stairs ahead of him. "Hugh," she said, "what are the chances Angus'll get off?"
  Siobhain was one of the patients Angus had raped in the Northern Psychiatric Hospital. Maureen had been with Siobhain when she was questioned about it by the police. She hadn't talked for days afterwards — she could hardly walk from the station to the taxi. Hugh saw how downcast Maureen looked. "Listen, there'll be fifty policemen in this close if he gets out. We'd have to protect you because of the threats in his letters." He reached forward and rubbed her arm. "If he gets out, I promise we'll be here."
  Maureen sat alone on the settee. They were going to bring up Liam's history of drug dealing in court. If the university found out they might even chuck him out. She wouldn't tell him. She'd wait and see what happened. Everything was coming to an end.
  Sunshine lingered in the living room, puddled in a corner of the bay window. It was ten o'clock and the sun would be going down soon. Taking a glass from the kitchen, she stood by the living-room window and poured herself a large whiskey, rolling it in her mouth before swallowing. The sunshine gilded the city below. Shards of glass in the yellow and burgundy sandstone glinted against a blue sky backdrop. In the street below, excited midges caught the sun, shimmering like animated flecks of gold.
  She watched the high summer sun set quickly, like an orange rolling off a table, and suddenly found herself sitting in a blue gloom, holding an empty glass, looking out over the street at closing time. Dispensing with formalities, she drank straight from the whiskey bottle, the tiny vacuum in the neck kissing the tip of her tongue. At the foot of the dark hill a string of orange streetlights flickered awake. It was a beautiful city and Maureen was glad she had lived here.