conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Meg, Nowthe, Sixteen-year-old with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'The President's Daughter'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for the book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The President's Daughter
  Norton laughed. "Actually, I do have an agent. I've only published a few, very select works of my own through Brookes Press."
  The death of Philip Norton's wife, the junior senator from New Jersey, several years earlier had been ruled a suicide. Simon knew that Norton never believed it. He could not accept that his beloved Elisa had put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger, regardless of the assurances of law enforcement officers that no evidence had been found to the contrary.
  Norton's eyes drifted, then focused on the waiter who approached with a smile on his face and a salad plate in each hand.
  Both men picked at their salads for a long moment; then Norton said, "I have a proposal I'd like to run past you."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: That night Jude had sought a dark haven, driving out to the desert and turning off the car lights, Blythe's baby girl asleep in the basket on the car seat behind her. Jude had gotten out of the car and walked just far enough from it so that her sobs would not awaken the infant and sat in the sand, her face in her arms, and wept until she was hoarse and exhausted.
  Jude had stared up at the stars that night and relived every moment of the past year, from the afternoon she'd arrived back at her apartment to find Blythe sleeping on her sofa. Blythe had charmed the superintendent into letting her in, she told Jude with a grin. Blythe's sister, Betsy, always said that she'd never met anyone who was immune to Blythe's charm. Certainly Jude's super wasn't going to be the first.
  Jude's eyebrows lifted. Not because her friend had kept something from her—everyone was entitled to their secrets—but because Blythe's eyes had gone so dark.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Not because her friend had kept something from her—everyone was entitled to their secrets—but because Blythe's eyes had gone so dark..
  Jude's eyebrows lifted. Certainly Jude's super wasn't going to be the first. Blythe's sister, Betsy, always said that she'd never met anyone who was immune to Blythe's charm. Blythe had charmed the superintendent into letting her in, she told Jude with a grin.
  Jude had stared up at the stars that night and relived every moment of the past year, from the afternoon she'd arrived back at her apartment to find Blythe sleeping on her sofa. Jude had gotten out of the car and walked just far enough from it so that her sobs would not awaken the infant and sat in the sand, her face in her arms, and wept until she was hoarse and exhausted.That night Jude had sought a dark haven, driving out to the desert and turning off the car lights, Blythe's baby girl asleep in the basket on the car seat behind her
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Dina unwrapped the tissue paper and removed the picture frame within, turned it over to find a photograph of the late President. He wore a polo shirt over a plaid bathing suit and looked back over his shoulder from the prow of a handsome sailboat.
  Dina reached out and took his hand. "Simon tells me that everyone says you are so much like your father. If that's so, he must have been quite wonderful. History says he was a great President. I think you should think twice before you decide not to follow in his footsteps."
  Simon took Dina's hand and, with a backward glance at the bar where Philip was scooping ice into his glass, turned her toward the vast lawn that lay between the patio and the sea.
  For a few long minutes they stood close together, drinking in the salt air, basking in the warmth of the sunshine, lost in the roar of the surf from below.
  They came to the edge of the cliff and looked out across the vast expanse of water. Waves below crashed lustily against the rocks.