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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Barbed Wire Heart about Harley, Amazon, Book with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
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conversations.value: <strong><a href="//www.amazon.com/b/?node=17143709011">An Amazon Best Book of March 2018:</a></strong> As tough as the steel-toed boots she wears, Harley McKenna was raised from a young age to take over her fathers meth-cooking and protectionism racket in rural Oregon. She can shoot with both hands, she can break her way out of a locked car trunk, and she helped dispose of her first body when she was 17. (Chainsaws and lye were involved.) But not everyone in her father's operation thinks Harley should eventually be in charge. While her father is in Mexico, a series of attacks sparks a potential coup inside his organization just as Harley has to beat back her family's longtime nemesis. The gripping action flips between the bloody lessons Harley learned as she grew up and the highly orchestrated actions she takes now to rid herself of the competition. the author crafts tension like a veteran, and the fact that this is her debut novel makes the gut-churning windup all the more impressive. <em>Barbed Wire Heart</em>is a hard-hitting thriller with a serrated and feminist bite, and Harley McKenna is a brand-new protagonist whom you'll root for even when you're not sure what her end game truly is. <em>Adrian Liang, Amazon Book Review</em>
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Barbed Wire Heart
  I'm not supposed to see. But those first few weeks after Momma died, whenever Uncle Jake isn't around, I'm just running wild.
  I spend a lot of time in the woods, playing up in the deer blinds or seeing how high I can get in the trees on my own steam. Sometimes I cry over missing Momma. Sometimes I can't help it.
  I like the woods. They're loud and quiet at the same time, the soundtrack and lullaby of my life for as long as I can remember. When I climb the big oaks, pulling myself up with all my might, reaching and jumping and swinging my body along branch and bark like a squirrel, I have to pay attention or I might slip and fall. When I climb, I don't have to think about Momma being gone. Or about how all Daddy does now is storm around in a whiskey cloud, cleaning his guns and muttering about Springfields and blood.
  Momma's been dead for three and a half weeks, and already the skin on my palms is worn rough from climbing. My knees are scabbed over from the time I fell out of the tall redwood near the creek. My fingers are stained with blackberry juice, and my arms get scratched from the thorns. My pockets bulge with the treasures I find in the forest—things she would've liked: blue jay feathers and smooth rocks perfect for skipping, a cracked acorn that looks like a face.
  I stash my gifts from the forest in one of the deer blinds. Uncle Jake promised he'd take me back to Momma's grave even though Daddy glared at him when he said it. I want to bring her my presents, because Uncle Jake says she's in heaven looking down on us.
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conversations.value: Will showing up had been a distraction from what was to come. What's waiting for me at the Tropics and how I react—how I sell my story—will determine everything.
  I drive away from Fir Hill, heading back west on 299. Coming into town, I take the off-ramp, drive down the main drag, and at Market Street, I take a left and pull into the Tropics parking lot. Cooper's old blue Dodge is already parked outside, along with Buck's Jeep and a few other familiar vehicles. They're all here.
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conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs?
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conversations.value: My mother, Laurie, who took a risk and a leap and brought me to the place that would become the inspiration behind North County when I was a child. I know it hasn't been easy, but it shaped me and my work in ways nothing else could have, and I am grateful.
  The old guard who helped grow a mountain girl into a writer: Arnie, Ellen, Georgie, Michael, Carol and Ted, Kitty and Paul, John and Antonio. Thank you for being a part of my raising up.
  Born in a mountain cabin to a punk-rocker mother, **Tess Sharpe** grew up in rural Northern California. She lives deep in the backwoods with a pack of dogs and a growing colony of slightly feral cats.
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conversations.value: My mother, Laurie, who took a risk and a leap and brought me to the place that would become the inspiration behind North County when I was a child. I know it hasn't been easy, but it shaped me and my work in ways nothing else could have, and I am grateful.
  The old guard who helped grow a mountain girl into a writer: Arnie, Ellen, Georgie, Michael, Carol and Ted, Kitty and Paul, John and Antonio. Thank you for being a part of my raising up.
  Born in a mountain cabin to a punk-rocker mother, **Tess Sharpe** grew up in rural Northern California.