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conversations.value: Provide a description for a book titled My Kind of Crazy about Peyton, Hank, Hank's with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
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conversations.value: Gr 9 Up-Hank Kiby's promposal has gone wrong-starting a fire in Amanda Carlisle's front yard, wrong. Hank thinks he has managed to escape without being seen when a witness pops up, Peyton Breedlove. Rather than turning Hank in, she believes she has found a fellow pyromaniac. The two fall into a friendship that ultimately leads to something more. Hank wants to rescue Peyton from her abusive home life, while he struggles with his own alcoholic father. Mature language appears throughout the text as well as mature settings, such as the club where Hank's father's girlfriend is an exotic dancer. The lack of consequences for a variety of incidents, such as Hank's accidental arson and decision to let Peyton take merchandise without paying from the grocery store where he works, is unsettling but realistic. Astute readers will see Peyton's cries for help in her fire-setting tendencies and in an emotional moment when she lies about her mother pinning her down to violently cut off her hair. No mention is given of getting Peyton help or following up with a professional. Messy ends are tied up too neatly, and the book concludes on a fizzle rather than a bang. VERDICT The plot will appeal to readers, but lack of exploration into deeper issues limits this to larger collections.-Carrie Fox, South Park High School, PA(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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conversations.value: Gr 9 Up-Hank Kiby's promposal has gone wrong-starting a fire in Amanda Carlisle's front yard, wrong. Hank thinks he has managed to escape without being seen when a witness pops up, Peyton Breedlove. Rather than turning Hank in, she believes she has found a fellow pyromaniac. The two fall into a friendship that ultimately leads to something more. Hank wants to rescue Peyton from her abusive home life, while he struggles with his own alcoholic father. Mature language appears throughout the text as well as mature settings, such as the club where Hank's father's girlfriend is an exotic dancer. The lack of consequences for a variety of incidents, such as Hank's accidental arson and decision to let Peyton take merchandise without paying from the grocery store where he works, is unsettling but realistic. Astute readers will see Peyton's cries for help in her fire-setting tendencies and in an emotional moment when she lies about her mother pinning her down to violently cut off her hair. No mention is given of getting Peyton help or following up with a professional. Messy ends are tied up too neatly, and the book concludes on a fizzle rather than a bang. VERDICT The plot will appeal to readers, but lack of exploration into deeper issues limits this to larger collections.-Carrie Fox, South Park High School, PA(c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc.
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conversations.value: Provide the first four paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: My Kind of Crazy
  The next thing I know, Mr. Giuliani is shaking my hand and pulling me into the living room, telling everyone about the fire and how I was in the hospital. Suddenly, the party guests are fanning out in a circle around us, wanting to hear all the details. Unfortunately, I don't really remember most of them. But I'm overwhelmed by how genuinely glad Nick's family is to see me and their concern.
  They offer me a drink and plates of food, and I glance at Giovanna because I'm sure she's pissed that I've diverted all the attention from her special occasion, but she's sitting there as rapt as the rest of them. I'm not used to being the center of attention in a good way, and it feels pretty amazing. Then Nick's mom says the capper.
  I turn to look at Nick, but he's busy stacking a cracker with salami and cheese, completely avoiding eye contact. "Thank you, I will."
  Nick tells his parents we're going to go hang out in his room, and on the way up the stairs, I say, "So you got updates?"
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conversations.value: Before I know it, it's August, and I'm packing my life into a bunch of brown cardboard boxes I snagged from the recycler at Shop 'n Save, getting ready to move to Boston.
  On our last night together for the foreseeable future, Nick, Peyton, and I are driving around in Nick's dad's Mercedes trying to figure out something special to do to mark the moment. Nick suggests bowling, but we all agree that's lame and anticlimactic. Peyton suggests a movie, but it defeats the purpose of spending the evening together if we sit in the dark and don't talk for two and a half hours. We come up with several other equally lackluster ideas, and then, as we loop down Main Street for the fourth time in a row, it hits us. It is so obvious it's crazy we didn't think of it right from the get-go.
  The three of us sit at a corner table, and when the waitress comes by and asks if we're ready to order, we most definitely are. We order three How High burgers (no tomatoes for Peyton), a large order of fries, and three Cokes. The waitress rings the giant bell by the register and announces to the kitchen in a booming voice, "We got three How Highs!"
  Nick points to a blank spot in the row of pictures of those who have successfully finished their burgers. "That's where mine is going. Right there."
  Nick turns to Peyton and asks, "So what's the story with you two? I mean, now that Hank's going to be in Boston, are you guys gonna live together or something?"
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conversations.value: On our last night together for the foreseeable future, Nick, Peyton, and I are driving around in Nick's dad's Mercedes trying to figure out something special to do to mark the moment. Nick suggests bowling, but we all agree that's lame and anticlimactic. Peyton suggests a movie, but it defeats the purpose of spending the evening together if we sit in the dark and don't talk for two and a half hours. We come up with several other equally lackluster ideas, and then, as we loop down Main Street for the fourth time in a row, it hits us. It is so obvious it's crazy we didn't think of it right from the get-go.
  The three of us sit at a corner table, and when the waitress comes by and asks if we're ready to order, we most definitely are. We order three How High burgers (no tomatoes for Peyton), a large order of fries, and three Cokes. The waitress rings the giant bell by the register and announces to the kitchen in a booming voice, "We got three How Highs!"
  Nick points to a blank spot in the row of pictures of those who have successfully finished their burgers. "That's where mine is going. Right there."
  Nick turns to Peyton and asks, "So what's the story with you two? I mean, now that Hank's going to be in Boston, are you guys gonna live together or something?"
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conversations.value: Robin Reul has been writing stories since she was old enough to hold a pen. Though she grew up on movie sets and worked for years in the film and television industry, she ultimately decided to focus her attention on writing young adult novels. And unlike Hank, she does not know how to ride a bike. She lives in Los Angeles with her husband, son, and daughter. My Kind Of Crazy is her first novel.
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