conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled Song Lee and the I Hate You Notes about School, Library, Journal with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author has her finger on the pulse of third graders. -- School Library Journal
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the first five paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Song Lee and the I Hate You Notes
  Summary: Song Lee is upset when she receives hateful notes in class, but she finds an appropriate and positive way to deal with them.
  My name is Doug. I write about my class. Most stories are about Harry. He's my best friend who loves to do horrible things.
  It all began on a gray October day in third grade. We were sitting on the rug in the library corner for morning conversation. Dexter had just finished talking about his new septic tank. "We can flush our toilet now," he said.
  Mary continued our conversation. "This is a picture of our new black lab. Mom and Dad are taking him to puppy school."
  Mary peered over her glasses. "No," she snapped. "We named him after the scientist, Sir Isaac Newton."
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When she touched third, Dexter fished the ball out from under a scoring table. "I forgot there was no foul ball in this game," he grumbled. "You can kick it anywhere in the gym."
  When Mary was up again, she kicked the ball to the left like Song Lee. She rounded first and was on her way to second. Dexter, who was playing near the scoring table now, fielded the ball and tossed it to me at short-stop. I hurled it to Harry.
  Harry was about to drop the ball in the garbage can, when Mary slipped on a plastic baggy someone had dropped from lunch!
  Mary's eyes bulged out of her sockets. "Song Lee Park! Don't you know it's mean to laugh at someone when they fall?"
  Harry and I watched her crumple it up, walk over to the wastepaper basket, and drop it in. When Song Lee took out her cherry blossom handkerchief, and wiped her eyes with it, we knew the note was deadly. Harry and I dashed over to investigate.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Provide the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A pink note folded in half, sitting like a giant place card. It looked just like the ones Song Lee had gotten except it was much bigger, and it had Mary's name on it!
  Mary gulped some air before she answered. Then she looked over at Song Lee, who was peeking from behind the computer. "I... I..." she gasped. "I... may... have," Mary's voice got lower and lower. "... have sent one to... someone... once or twice."
  It kind of reminded me of an old western movie. All they had to do was put up their dukes and punch each other out.
  I could tell Mary was sorry. She even started coming to school in a better mood. I bet she was going to bed on time.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I bet she was going to bed on time. It looked just like the ones Song Lee had gotten except it was much bigger, and it had Mary's name on it!
  Mary gulped some air before she answered. Then she looked over at Song Lee, who was peeking from behind the computer. "I... I..." she gasped. "I... may... have," Mary's voice got lower and lower. "... have sent one to... someone... once or twice."
  It kind of reminded me of an old western movie. All they had to do was put up their dukes and punch each other out.
  I could tell Mary was sorry. She even started coming to school in a better mood.A pink note folded in half, sitting like a giant place card.