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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled For Fear of the Night about Julie, Hitchcock, Stephen with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction?
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conversations.value: The ability to discover terror in unexpected contexts may not be unique after years of Hitchcock and Stephen King, but the author's horror novels are distinguished by their sense of place and their fluid, rhythmic prose. The setting this time is a New Jersey resort town at summer's end. Photographer Devin Graham and a group of teenagers about to leave for college are just getting over the death of their mutual friend Julie Etlerin a fire at an amusement park on the pierwhen Julie starts reappearing among them, a shadowy figure, a voice on the answering machine. This story doesn't jell as well as some of the author's previous work. While the interior monologues are evocative, it is often difficult to designate one character's stream of consciousness from another's. What's more, the chills that are so effective when they seem to indicate an inexplicable source are dissipated in a rather disappointing moralistic ending. <BR>Copyright 1988 Reed Business Information, Inc.
  						  	
  						    	--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: For Fear of the Night
  They sat for a few minutes, saying nothing, watching only, until Devin fumbled in his pockets for enough money to pay the check. He dropped the bills on the table and took Gayle's hand.
  She didn't respond until she was behind the wheel and they were finally, after a half-dozen frustrating minutes, in the northbound lane. At several intersections there were police guiding traffic, but traffic moved slowly anyway— jaywalking pedestrians, cars turning from the wrong side, an overheated station wagon being pushed by two young men laughing so hard they could barely stand up.
  Devin tossed his jacket into the back seat, rolled up his sleeves and wondered who'd turned on the heat. It was what his mother always called "pneumonia weather," temperature swings that confused people into the wrong kind of clothes. He supposed, considering his luck, that tomorrow he'd wake up with a summer cold that would last until the middle of December.
  Gayle leaned on the horn to hurry a family dawdling across the street. The man peered at the windshield and smiled; the youngest child gave her the finger and giggled.
  He reached over the back of the seat to grab his jacket, dug into the breast pocket and pulled out a folded print.
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conversations.value: What is five more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Singing along, arms waving, heads bobbing, knees and feet high while Prayerful Mary nodded solemnly and opened her arms as if embracing them all. Turning slowly as the circle wound about her, turning slowly until she faced the boardwalk.
  Tony saw her mouth beneath the brim of the floppy hat, but he couldn't see her eyes, and suddenly didn't want to.
  Tony looked up and squinted, the clouds now a haze that turned the whole sky to sun without giving an edge to the shadows, or shade beneath the boards and under the umbrellas.
  Kelly released them and backed away. She swallowed several times. Her gaze shifted to the boardwalk and the tips of her shoes.
  He held up a hand to block the sun and couldn't see what his friend was trying to show him. It was just the pier. Charred and crumbling and... he blinked and wiped an eye with his finger. Blinked again and leaned to the side to give him a better view of the place where Devin had seen Julie during the fire. A gap in the wall that wasn't there anymore.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: Devin lowered his head. Even while he was in the desert, lost in the world his lens defined, there hadn't been a night when he didn't wake up and see Gayle standing in the doorway. Just standing there. Waiting. For him to save her.
  He hadn't seen her since he'd returned to Oceantide and had noticed the newsstand with a new name over the door.
  Then Mike stopped with a shake of his head and looked down at the old man, who was digging now with both hands.
  The old man shouted in surprise. Devin looked over, wondering what he'd found this time, and saw him throw something away, toward the boardwalk. Then he got stiffly to his feet, picked up his detector, and hurried north, almost running.
  Curious, Devin walked back to the railing and leaned over, trying to find whatever it was the old man had tossed away. Probably, he thought, it was the shell of a horseshoe crab, which would turn anybody's stomach if he came across it unexpectedly.
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conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
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conversations.value: Probably, he thought, it was the shell of a horseshoe crab, which would turn anybody's stomach if he came across it unexpectedly..
  Curious, Devin walked back to the railing and leaned over, trying to find whatever it was the old man had tossed away. Then he got stiffly to his feet, picked up his detector, and hurried north, almost running. Devin looked over, wondering what he'd found this time, and saw him throw something away, toward the boardwalk.
  The old man shouted in surprise.
  Then Mike stopped with a shake of his head and looked down at the old man, who was digging now with both hands.
  He hadn't seen her since he'd returned to Oceantide and had noticed the newsstand with a new name over the door. For him to save her. Waiting. Just standing there. Even while he was in the desert, lost in the world his lens defined, there hadn't been a night when he didn't wake up and see Gayle standing in the doorway.Devin lowered his head