conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Five Flavors of Dumb about Hilarious, Dumb, Catherine with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: "I loved it and laughed out loud. Hilarious and so smart. Dumb proves that everyone, no matter what, deserves to be heard." -Catherine Gilbert Murdoch, author of Dairy Queen
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Five Flavors of Dumb
  At which point I butted in and suggested that maybe it was time to learn some new material, and Josh pointed out that:
  And Ed stopped biting his fingernails long enough to ask if it was a coincidence that they'd chosen songs that only used the same three chords, and Josh chuckled and said:
  And even though I didn't have a clue what they were talking about, I knew my job was to keep up morale, so I said we'd take our time and make sure we were all comfortable before unleashing ourselves on our adoring general public, and Josh laughed again and said:
  At which point I stopped biting my fingernails and expressed my incredulity through a choice four-letter word. Then I took a deep, calming breath and suggested that we stick to songs they already knew, at which Josh reiterated:
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me five more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Mom pulled her arm away. "Is that supposed to reassure me? Frankly, I'd prefer to put this down to her influence. It beats the alternative."
  I was about to fire back when Grace pulled away from Mom's breast and began wailing again. "I can't even get her to nurse!" cried Mom.
  I waited for Grace to settle. "I know you're angry, Mom, and I'm sorry for not paying more attention to Grace, but the band isn't a waste of time. They're getting better every day."
  Grace popped off the boob yet again and pawed at Mom's face, leaving an angry scratch across her cheek. Mom flinched as she touched the spot with her fingertips.
  I felt my breath catch, her words sharper than a knife. We both knew what those words meant, and so I waited for her to apologize, to point to the bags under her eyes and admit she was too tired to think straight. But when she finally looked up, she just seemed defiant.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last paragraph.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: The whole team at Dial Books: Kristin Smith (for the world's best cover); Jasmin Rubero (for the exquisite interior design); Heather Alexander (for the great comments and hair advice); Regina Castillo (for the spot-on copyediting); Kathy Dawson (for those last-minute improvements); and Lauri Hornik (for welcoming me to the Dial family in the first place).