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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Riptide Summer about Writing, div, B>the with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction?
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conversations.value: <div> <B>the author</B> started her work as an actor and has been in numerous TV productions and films (<I>Mr. Mom</I> and <I>Back to the Future I</I> & <I>II</I> to name a few). She performed at the Comedy Store, which lead to her writing career in radio and spoken word. the author has a BA in liberal studies and Creative Writing, an MFA in Fiction, and a certificate in Pedagogy in Writing from Antioch University. She is also the author of <I>Honey Girl</I> and lives in Santa Monica, California.</div>
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conversations.value: Mom</I> and <I>Back to the Future I</I> & <I>II</I> to name a few). She performed at the Comedy Store, which lead to her writing career in radio and spoken word. the author has a BA in liberal studies and Creative Writing, an MFA in Fiction, and a certificate in Pedagogy in Writing from Antioch University. She is also the author of <I>Honey Girl</I> and lives in Santa Monica, California.</div>
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Riptide Summer
  That was so not funny, but we both started laughing. Walking next to Jerry, I crisscrossed my feet into other people's footprints in the sand. The deep ones reminded me of my dad's.
  I thought about how my mom smelled before and after a shower. Her permanent scent was eau de Benson & Hedges, Jergens lotion, and, just like me, Prell. That was scary.
  The minute those words came out of my mouth, I regretted it. I watched him stick my Lark 100s in the back pocket of his trunks. I gave his little butt a tap, just like I did with Nigel. It was hard and round.
  The girl stretched, and a shiver of joy ran up my spine as I saw her muscles—not big like those of someone who swims the butterfly, but perfect and long, balanced and even. The best way to describe her was toned. Not only that, she had the kind of body every girl wants: a flat belly, narrow hips, firm legs, and a great tan.
  She playfully slapped her boyfriend on the shoulder as she turned over. Then she squeezed his cheek. He looked like Mark Spitz, the Olympic swimmer, with his black hair and mustache. She had scored. But it was funny how she wiped her open palm on his arm, leaving clumps of tanning lotion fresh out of the tube. Their fingers interlocked. It wasn't like they were holding hands; this was more intimate and precise.
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conversations.value: I push myself from sunrise to sunset, as I am being trained for various tasks alongside the Sisters of the Merciful. They wear their habits all day in the heat but never complain. Sister Mary Margaret has taken me under her wing.
  I have joined her staff as a volunteer until I can begin Seminary School. Today I fixed her sewing machine and had culinary duties. I baked bread for the children. Some days I help out singing and reading, sometimes even assisting Father Mark with altar services.
  I had hoped that Mary Jo had left for the day, but there she was sitting down, uninvited, drinking something that smelled like whiskey. Since I had no choice, I asked Jenni to continue.
  Becoming a priest is something I've known I wanted to do for a long time. Please forgive me for not being honest with you. I hope that, in the future, you will celebrate this bright beginning with me and receive me with open arms once I overcome my earthly desires. But Nani, please know I will never stop loving you, ever!
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conversations.value: Even Nancy Norris joined in, waddling into my arms and hugging me, too, though she had no idea what was going on.
  Rox couldn't say a word with all of us standing there together, united, staring her down. She pointed her finger at me, stabbing it repeatedly in the air, as she walked away without a word. And that was the absolute, final end to her rule.
  I cherished this lineup. These beauties really cared about each other. I knew that, together, we would discover what life meant beyond the sand and State Beach. The world was waiting for us.
  Here's something else I knew: girls did surf. And soon we would be free to surf everywhere guys did. Surfing would be open to any girl strong enough to go for it. But they'd have to have courage. I didn't want to stand alone, but sometimes that's the only way to get things started. I swore to myself, to Nāmaka, and to all the goddesses above and beyond, that someday I'd surf State Beach in broad daylight, for all to see.
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conversations.value: Even Nancy Norris joined in, waddling into my arms and hugging me, too, though she had no idea what was going on.
  Rox couldn't say a word with all of us standing there together, united, staring her down. She pointed her finger at me, stabbing it repeatedly in the air, as she walked away without a word. And that was the absolute, final end to her rule.
  I cherished this lineup. These beauties really cared about each other. I knew that, together, we would discover what life meant beyond the sand and State Beach. The world was waiting for us.
  Here's something else I knew: girls did surf. And soon we would be free to surf everywhere guys did. Surfing would be open to any girl strong enough to go for it. But they'd have to have courage. I didn't want to stand alone, but sometimes that's the only way to get things started.