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conversations.value: Give me a description for a story titled The Unlikely Hero of Room 13B about Adam, Batman, Robyn with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: Gr 8 UpHazel and Augustus need to move over because Batman and Robyn are about to take their place in the annals of YA literary romantic couples. The two teens meet in a group setting for those afflicted by obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD). Adam Ross, aka Batman, has severe OCD that is debilitating at times. He is intimidated when he joins a weekly group because most of the members are a bit older than him; there is also a girl who he finds irresistible. Each group member takes on a superhero persona for sessions at the urging of their psychologist. Adam chooses Batman, and is floored when his crush Robyn chooses Robin in order to be his sidekick. Adam has a knack for helping others who struggle with their own issues, including his half-brother, Sweetie, who has regular meltdowns; his mother, who is a hoarder; and his best friend, Ben, who has a weight problem. Unfortunately, he is so consumed with his own counting, tapping, and difficulties entering thresholds that he does not realize his gifts. Through Adam, the author examines the trials and tribulations of OCD head on, but Adam also deals with the usual teenage problems of love, friendships, school, and divorced parents. Readers will relate to Adam's anxieties and root for him as his relationship with Robyn develops. VERDICT This is a definite next-read for teens who loved John Green's The Fault in Our Stars (Dutton, 2012) and Cammie McGovern's Say What You Will (HarperCollins, 2014).Elizabeth Kahn, Patrick F. Taylor Science &amp; Technology Academy, Jefferson, LA
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this story.
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conversations.value: The Unlikely Hero of Room 13B
  The girl's eyes were blue. Up until that very second, the boy had never noticed the colour of anyone's eyes, could not have told you the colour of his mother's eyes. But Robyn's eyes... well, they were the shade of an angry sky rimmed by thick lashes the colour of soot. Her beauty—which, shockingly, no one in the room felt compelled to jump up and comment on—was ravishing. Everything in him felt tossed and trampled.
  The boy would grow, and fast, now that he had a goal. He'd just never had a goal before, not really, or at least not one that he could remember. He would start right away, immediately, this instant. The boy began listing his brand-new goals as Chuck introduced everyone to Robyn. He wrote them in bullet points with his right index finger into the shielded palm of his left hand.
  The boy straightened up hard into his chair. The chewed-up plastic bit into his shoulder blades. It was almost his turn.
  Chuck raised an eyebrow, which was about as threatening as Chuck got. "And beside Elizabeth is our youngest member, Adam Spencer Ross."
  Did he actually say that? Between Chuck and Peter, Adam sounded like the group's pet bunny. Elizabeth was only a few months older, for God's sake! Chuck had said the same stuff last week during the first round of intros. Somehow, it hadn't sounded as gormless then. Adam would normally tap or count the tiles, but since, as of seven minutes ago, he was a man with a goal, he didn't. Besides, they were all looking at him. So Adam Spencer Ross rolled dice he didn't even know he possessed. He sat up straighter and presented Robyn with his finest "Whaddya gonna do?" smile.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: Still winking, Adam looked up and over to Thor, hoping to catch him as he left. Thor looked disgusted.
  People hugged him and punched him and shook his hand while wishing him the best holidays ever. And even though he felt like he was going to bust a kidney, couldn't stop twitching and his heart kept revving, Adam couldn't remember ever feeling this good. Coffee. Why had no one ever told him about coffee? Like, damn! He could conquer the world on coffee. Maybe Robyn would make him some at her house. He was going to call her and they would arrange a time for him to come over!
  It had to be a date, for sure it was a date—calling and time-arranging sounded definitely date-like. It was official: they were dating.
  She knew. Somehow, his mom suspected that there was a girl. It was all the showering—he'd bet on it. He should have told her. When had he stopped telling her things? He should tell her now. They could have a "moment."
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conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
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conversations.value: It was crowded. The room wasn't big enough for two simultaneous pacers, but they continued nonetheless.
  And then, for the first time since that man was a boy, Adam Spencer Ross sat on the very edge of his bed, in that very bright room, and wept.
  It takes a lot of work by a lot of people to turn what I write into a novel. I am grateful to the following purveyors of courage and encouragement—in other words, my first readers: my family, Nikki, Ken and Sasha Toten; the indefatigable Marie Campbell; and my writing group, Susan Adach, Ann Goldring, Nancy Hartry and Loris Lesynski.
  Ah, bear with me here. My Adam is a composite of a few young men I've had the good luck to know. I stole their gentleness, intelligence and fierce protectiveness, and I gave those pieces to Adam. He became real and whole very fast. That first scene—when he falls in love with Robyn before she even shuts the door—was in my head for years. Yet after I'd finished the first full draft of the novel, I worried that Adam was too good, too sweet, too decent in the face of the enormous weight he had to carry.
  Robyn is probably me. I inserted myself into her reality and took her story where I would likely have taken mine if I were her. I would absolutely have fallen in love with an Adam.