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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Ann, Rule, Suspense with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Another Life'
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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Another Life about Isabella, Cornwall, Lady with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Contemporary?
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conversations.value: A beautifully written novel with great emotional appeal, set in Cornwall and Canada. Marine historian Mark Hannah finds a hauntingly beautiful figurehead in Newfoundland. He traces her ship, The Lady Isabella, back to a small port in Cornwall where he meets Gabrielle Ellis, the woman who is going to restore her to her former glory. Together they begin to trace jigsaw pieces of the lives of the carver, Tom Welland and the real Lady Isabella. Gabrielle becomes increasingly haunted by Isabella's lost life. As Gabrielle's own life becomes inextricably involved with Mark's, her story runs parallel with the lives of Isabella, her husband Richard and Tom Welland, the carver. Two women, living more than a hundreds years apart yet against the same wild backdrop of sea and landscape, make a rash bid for freedom to live another life. But for both of them, that choice means a loss which will greatly affect the next generation.
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conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
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conversations.value: But for both of them, that choice means a loss which will greatly affect the next generation. Marine historian Mark Hannah finds a hauntingly beautiful figurehead in Newfoundland. He traces her ship, The Lady Isabella, back to a small port in Cornwall where he meets Gabrielle Ellis, the woman who is going to restore her to her former glory. Together they begin to trace jigsaw pieces of the lives of the carver, Tom Welland and the real Lady Isabella. Gabrielle becomes increasingly haunted by Isabella's lost life. As Gabrielle's own life becomes inextricably involved with Mark's, her story runs parallel with the lives of Isabella, her husband Richard and Tom Welland, the carver. Two women, living more than a hundreds years apart yet against the same wild backdrop of sea and landscape, make a rash bid for freedom to live another life.A beautifully written novel with great emotional appeal, set in Cornwall and Canada.
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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Another Life about Showing, PTSD, British with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: Showing ever-more intense signs of PTSD, British teen Ty continues his run from vengeful mobsters in this second book, following When I Was Joe (2010). Using first-person present tense throughoutwhich may confuse readers, as Ty shares narrator duties with his naive party-boy cousin Archiethe author concocts another page-turner driven by drugs, violence, family secrets, betrayal, and further hints that Ty still isnt telling the whole truth about his past. A climactic kidnapping ends in another shooting and at least temporary escape for both lads. Grades 6-9. --John Peters
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Another Life
  But that thought was replaced by what I'd just learned. Even if I got lucky and found the "why" of that sheikh's freakish home-schooling, it wouldn't get me any closer to the reason his student had been snatched. "I appreciate your time," I told the lunatic.
  Where's a serial killer going to shop for his tools? Some little hardware store that might remember a guy who keeps running out of duct tape? Or a big, anonymous joint with ever-changing personnel that sells everything from shampoo to dog food? Especially a store a lot more worried about the government finding out who its "subcontractor" hired to clean up after closing time than what its customers buy.
  The national chains make sure every purchase goes into their computers. Collecting people's personal information is maybe the most lucrative business of all—ask Google. And I bet, if a certain government agency made the request, it might be allowed to run a scan for habitual purchasers of a certain kind of paperback. Especially if that same agency had enough juice to tell the Labor Department to look the other way.
  Telling Pryce might get that info into the right hands. But Pryce was programmed for distrust. He could be dying of cancer, but if I offered him a no-charge cure, he'd spit out the pill.
  I wasn't all that surprised. Facts don't change beliefs; facts get "interpreted" to fit those beliefs, and I'm not just talking about sadists who use "the Bible says" to justify everything from beating children to forcing them to "marry" men old enough to be their grandfathers. If you get to write the definitions, you control a lot more than the dictionary. You don't have to justify Iraq to people who believe "supporting our boys" means sending their parents condolence cards.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: Another Life
  But that thought was replaced by what I'd just learned. Even if I got lucky and found the "why" of that sheikh's freakish home-schooling, it wouldn't get me any closer to the reason his student had been snatched. "I appreciate your time," I told the lunatic.
  Where's a serial killer going to shop for his tools? Some little hardware store that might remember a guy who keeps running out of duct tape? Or a big, anonymous joint with ever-changing personnel that sells everything from shampoo to dog food? Especially a store a lot more worried about the government finding out who its "subcontractor" hired to clean up after closing time than what its customers buy.
  The national chains make sure every purchase goes into their computers. Collecting people's personal information is maybe the most lucrative business of all—ask Google. And I bet, if a certain government agency made the request, it might be allowed to run a scan for habitual purchasers of a certain kind of paperback. Especially if that same agency had enough juice to tell the Labor Department to look the other way.
  Telling Pryce might get that info into the right hands. But Pryce was programmed for distrust. He could be dying of cancer, but if I offered him a no-charge cure, he'd spit out the pill.
  I wasn't all that surprised. Facts don't change beliefs; facts get "interpreted" to fit those beliefs, and I'm not just talking about sadists who use "the Bible says" to justify everything from beating children to forcing them to "marry" men old enough to be their grandfathers. If you get to write the definitions, you control a lot more than the dictionary.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Walking out of baggage claim onto the sidewalk was like stepping out of a meat locker into the Sahara. An ancient, bleached-green BMW Z3 was just pulling up. I opened the door, climbed inside.
  Dryslan looked the same: broad-chested, with a gentle smile and empathetic eyes. His handshake conveyed just a hint of the wrestler he'd been in college.
  I'd met his kids. Jenn was a beautiful girl, but so unselfconscious about it that she never fell into the role. A brilliant student, with a deeply caring heart, following her father's path. His son, Mike, was tough enough to play rugby for entertainment, and walked around exuding a sincerity that even the best con man couldn't hope to copy. He was in a top MBA program, after working for two years to get real-world experience. I didn't care what business that kid ended up picking; I was ready to invest.
  Joel's presence immediately turned the place into his office. We each took an easy chair, nothing but artificially chilled air between us.
  I talked and talked. Only realized I'd been at it for so long when I rotated my neck to crack the adhesions loose and got a glance at my watch.
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conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I don't know what's next. I can't hear the whistle yet, but I can feel the vibrations through the tracks.
  A freight train's coming, and I'm going to hop it blind. I don't know what it's carrying, but I know it'll take me to where I need to go.
  All rights reserved. Published in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc., New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: , New York, and in Canada by Random House of Canada Limited, Toronto.. Published in the United States by Pantheon Books, a division of Random House, Inc.
  All rights reserved. I don't know what it's carrying, but I know it'll take me to where I need to go.
  A freight train's coming, and I'm going to hop it blind. I can't hear the whistle yet, but I can feel the vibrations through the tracks.I don't know what's next