conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Ben, Youth, Mission with the genre: Christian Books & Bibles, Christian Living?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Anchor in the Storm'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the first four paragraphs for this book
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Anchor in the Storm
  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC.
  What a joy to watch the pursuit, the resistance, the persistence, the melting—as our daughter slowly fell in love with one of her brother's best friends. Many blessings to you in your marriage.
  In the pale afternoon sun slanting through the kitchen window, Dad sat at the table building a model ship while humming "On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand," and Mom gathered kitchen gadgets. "But do they have a flour sifter? You'll need one. And last Christmas Jim gave me a new one." Her voice cracked.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about rummaged.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Anchor in the Storm
  Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data is on file at the Library of Congress, Washington, DC. 
  What a joy to watch the pursuit, the resistance, the persistence, the melting—as our daughter slowly fell in love with one of her brother's best friends. Many blessings to you in your marriage. 
  In the pale afternoon sun slanting through the kitchen window, Dad sat at the table building a model ship while humming "On Christ the Solid Rock I Stand," and Mom gathered kitchen gadgets. 
  Mom rummaged through a cabinet. "But do they have a flour sifter? You'll need one. And last Christmas Jim gave me a new one. " Her voice cracked.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: three more paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The chauffeur pulled into a circular driveway. Arch opened her door, and she stepped out, trying not to gawk like a country bumpkin.
  Lillian stifled a gasp. The entry formed a vast semicircle, framed by a pair of sweeping staircases and crowned with a crystal chandelier.
  Mrs. Vandenberg led the girls up the left-hand staircase and down a hallway. "Mary, we put you in the room you were in last time, and Lillian, right this way."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: the last five paragraphs
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I am extremely grateful to some wonderful professionals who aided my research from afar. The amazing staff at the Ritter Public Library in Vermilion, Ohio, downloaded photos of microfiche copies of The Vermilion News from 1941–42. The bits of local color helped so much—and I was delighted by the story of Mr. Okagi and his restaurant.
  Likewise, Margaret Dyson at the Boston Parks Department answered my obscure question about ice-skating in Boston—complete with public records and photographs! Thank you so much.
  When I was in Boston, my aunt, Ginny Siggia, took me to Durgin-Park, where we enjoyed delicious New England fare, including Boston cream pie. A few days later, Dianne Burnett and Kate Burnett of Christian Book Distributors informed me of Durgin-Park's reputation for delightfully surly waitresses... which has toned down in recent years. I'm afraid our waitress was rather polite.
  As always, I appreciate my brainstorming and critique buddies, who help me build my stories and polish them. Cathleen Armstrong, Judy Gann, Sherry Kyle, Bonnie Leon, Ann Shorey, and Marcy Weydemuller—I love you ladies.
  And how I love my readers! Thank you for your touching emails and for your prayers and encouragement. Please visit me at www.sarahsundin.com to leave a message, sign up for my quarterly newsletter, or read about the history behind the story. I hope to hear from you.