conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Nathan, Robert, It's with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Dramas & Plays?
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Setting Free the Kites'
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.. Start with the sentence 'Setting Free the Kites
  Nathan never asked me if I wanted to have a go on the hook, but that was fine with me'.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Setting Free the Kites
  Nathan never asked me if I wanted to have a go on the hook, but that was fine with me. I enjoyed being the pilot. He couldn't operate the controls himself while he was flying. Just as I needed him to clamber up the iron ladder and let me into the building, now he needed me, too.
  The old mill was every boy's dream. As we roamed its enormous rooms, we were confined only by our imaginations. Our games were grander, our ideas bigger, our sense of adventure never more joyfully fulfilled. There we found a refuge from all that plagued us. I could escape Liam's illness and the desperate heartbreak of my parents, and Nathan was able to forget about his father's death and his mother's slow unraveling behind her study door.
  But no matter how much we relished our escape, the sanctuary offered by those redbrick walls wouldn't last forever.
  It had been several months since he'd been admitted with pneumonia, and I had begun to hope that the worst might be over. Maybe, I told myself, his body had become more resistant to the threat of infection.
  Then there was my father's hand on my shoulder in the middle of the night, shaking me out of my sleep. The blue flash of the waiting ambulance lit up my bedroom wall. I stumbled downstairs in time to see my brother being carried out of the front door on a stretcher, my mother leaning over him. She climbed into the back of the ambulance with Liam, not looking back at us once. We followed behind in the station wagon. My father drove in silence, his face a mask of fear.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I tried to escape, but he was too strong for me. I twisted my head toward Nathan and Hollis. Hollis was holding Nathan's head beneath the waves, that familiar smirk on his face. Nathan hadn't made a sound from the moment that Hollis had first hit him.
  As the submersions continued, the cold crept deeper into my bones. My teeth had begun to chatter ferociously. Just as I was starting to wonder whether Tommy and Hollis would ever get bored of their vicious little game, there was a yell from somewhere behind us.
  At this Hollis shrugged and dropped Nathan into the water. Nathan slowly got to his feet. Tommy let go of my shirt. The four of us stood there with the freezing surf washing over our ankles, all watching Faye. She looked at me and then at Nathan. "Are you guys all right?" she asked.
  Hollis took a step away from Nathan, as if the half-drowned boy on the sand were nothing to do with him. "We were done, anyway," he yawned.
  Faye turned and began to walk back up the beach. Hollis and Tommy followed. Nathan and I watched them go. Neither of us said a word. Only once they had reached the fire—we could hear the distant cheering and whooping—did Nathan turn and look at me. He was bedraggled and soaked to the skin.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I twisted my head toward Nathan and Hollis. Hollis was holding Nathan's head beneath the waves, that familiar smirk on his face. Nathan hadn't made a sound from the moment that Hollis had first hit him.
  As the submersions continued, the cold crept deeper into my bones. My teeth had begun to chatter ferociously. Just as I was starting to wonder whether Tommy and Hollis would ever get bored of their vicious little game, there was a yell from somewhere behind us.
  At this Hollis shrugged and dropped Nathan into the water. Nathan slowly got to his feet. Tommy let go of my shirt. The four of us stood there with the freezing surf washing over our ankles, all watching Faye. She looked at me and then at Nathan. "Are you guys all right?" she asked.
  Hollis took a step away from Nathan, as if the half-drowned boy on the sand were nothing to do with him. "We were done, anyway," he yawned.
  Faye turned and began to walk back up the beach. Hollis and Tommy followed. Nathan and I watched them go. Neither of us said a word. Only once they had reached the fire—we could hear the distant cheering and whooping—did Nathan turn and look at me. He was bedraggled and soaked to the skin.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last five paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My thanks to the many, many people who have hosted me on my trips to Maine over the years. Special thanks to Don Lindgren, Samantha Hoyt Lindgren, and Michael Magras for their insights about this state that I love so much, and for always giving me a reason to return.
  Some years ago, at a fund-raiser for the Voluntary Action Center, a wonderful nonprofit organization in Columbia, people participated in an auction for the opportunity to have a character in this novel named after them. My thanks to Dr. Ron Carter for his very generous winning bid—and my apologies for killing off his namesake in such an undignified manner. My friends Shane and Mary Epping were also bidding that night. The character of Faye is named in memory of their daughter, Faye Epping.
  I've thanked Louis Barfe and Richard Lewis in every novel I've ever written, and I have no intention of stopping now.
  Thanks and love to my parents, Alison and Julian George, and my sisters, Amanda Passey and Bridget Shone, and their respective broods.
  I began writing this novel at the very bleakest time of my life. Back then, Hallam and Catherine George were the two points of hope and joy that illuminated my existence. A few years later, three more stars were added to my little firmament: Archer, Nate, and, of course, Alex. Where once there was darkness, now I am dazzled with light.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Special thanks to Don Lindgren, Samantha Hoyt Lindgren, and Michael Magras for their insights about this state that I love so much, and for always giving me a reason to return.
  Some years ago, at a fund-raiser for the Voluntary Action Center, a wonderful nonprofit organization in Columbia, people participated in an auction for the opportunity to have a character in this novel named after them. My thanks to Dr. Ron Carter for his very generous winning bid—and my apologies for killing off his namesake in such an undignified manner. My friends Shane and Mary Epping were also bidding that night. The character of Faye is named in memory of their daughter, Faye Epping.
  I've thanked Louis Barfe and Richard Lewis in every novel I've ever written, and I have no intention of stopping now.
  Thanks and love to my parents, Alison and Julian George, and my sisters, Amanda Passey and Bridget Shone, and their respective broods.
  I began writing this novel at the very bleakest time of my life. Back then, Hallam and Catherine George were the two points of hope and joy that illuminated my existence. A few years later, three more stars were added to my little firmament: Archer, Nate, and, of course, Alex. Where once there was darkness, now I am dazzled with light.