conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Osiris, Project, Cataveiro with the genre: Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Paris Adrift'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Paris Adrift
  Her fingers tighten. In her face I see something more than panic—I see desperation. The airport is the last place I want to go, but neither do I want to leave Gabriela in distress. Nothing fazes her; that's the essence of who she is, the friend I know and love.
  I slump back against the upholstery. The taxi moves dextrously through the traffic. I watch as Parisian stone slips away. Sandstone, Eocene. Bits of grit and silt swirled in alluvial waters and compressed through time. Now the road is lined with steel and concrete. The buildings grow wider, longer, industrial. We turn down an underpass onto the Périphérique and move into the fast lane.
  Gabriela and I say nothing to one another for the remainder of the journey. I watch the scenery, the cars streaking by.
  I remember the platform at St Pancras echoing with my footsteps, the Eurostar cutting through open fields as the sky lightened with dawn. The woman next to me on the train asked why I was going to Paris; I said I was an ERASMUS student. I said my name was Persephone, after my grandmother.
  I prepared so carefully. Changed bank accounts, deleted my social media, deferred my final year at Aberystwyth. I remember waiting for the cab at the end of the road at four in the morning, a soft mist coating the air. My shoulders twitched, but I didn't look back. This was always about self-salvage.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know another paragraph? Start with the sentence 'Time in school felt wasted'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Time in school felt wasted. She dreamed in crotchets and quavers, practising arpeggios against a ruler, blocking out the words of the teacher in exchange for the curlicues of Bach. Her grades, previously above average, dropped so far that her parents threatened the removal of the cello (because what happened if the cello did not succeed? Rachel could not imagine a life without it, but her parents could, and had). Rachel reformed overnight, becoming the most attentive student in class, but still it felt unreal. She was going through the motions until life could begin. She was waiting for wings.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Do you know the last four paragraphs?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Mixing science, philosophy and espionage, Libby McGugan's stunning debut is a thriller like no other.
  Captain Jim Wedderburn has looks, style and courage. He's adored by women, respected by men and feared by his enemies. He's the man to fi nd out who has twisted London into this strange new world.
  But in Dream London the city changes a little every night and the people change a little every day. The towers are growing taller, the parks have hidden themselves away and the streets form themselves into strange new patterns.
  There are people sailing in from new lands down the river, new criminals emerging in the East End and a path spiraling down to another world.