conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled An Act of Love about with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: the author is a mother, a wife, and a social worker. This is her first novel.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first three paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: An Act of Love
  Bruce opened his mouth to respond and went blank. He couldn't think of one single writer. "Well, uh, we're reading Whitman in American lit—"
  His hands were sweating. He wiped his palms on his thighs. Desperately, he changed tack. "I'm also thinking, uh, I'm really good at computers, you know? And I really want to do computer graphics. The art you can do on those things is amazing." He was warming up to his topic, he was on the right road now. This was something he could talk about with confidence.
  She smiled and leaned forward now, her tone earnest. "Well, Bruce, look at your application. The courses and extracurriculars you've taken at Hedden. I really can't see how—"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Ms. Sylvester spoke first. "I've called this meeting at the behest of the Cartwrights. I want to say in advance that I have tried to prevent them from taking this action, and I think they are making the decision in haste. They, acting on the wishes of their daughter, have asked the Commonwealth not to prosecute Bruce."
  Linda stole a look at Bruce's face: he sat with his head down; it was impossible to read his expression.
  Everyone stood. The lawyers shuffled papers into briefcases. Bert Cartwright stormed out of the room, leaving a cloud of hostility behind him. Sylvester followed. Finally, in miserable silence, Bruce and Owen and Linda and Larson went out of the room.
  Dr. Ingersall, clad in jeans and a tartan flannel shirt, no jacket, no tie, came out from his inner office with an open, hearty, country sort of ambling walk. He wore tooled leather cowboy boots.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Reverse the sentences.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: He wore tooled leather cowboy boots.. Ingersall, clad in jeans and a tartan flannel shirt, no jacket, no tie, came out from his inner office with an open, hearty, country sort of ambling walk.
  Dr. Finally, in miserable silence, Bruce and Owen and Linda and Larson went out of the room. Sylvester followed. Bert Cartwright stormed out of the room, leaving a cloud of hostility behind him. The lawyers shuffled papers into briefcases.
  Everyone stood."
  Linda stole a look at Bruce's face: he sat with his head down; it was impossible to read his expression. They, acting on the wishes of their daughter, have asked the Commonwealth not to prosecute Bruce. I want to say in advance that I have tried to prevent them from taking this action, and I think they are making the decision in haste. "I've called this meeting at the behest of the Cartwrights. Sylvester spoke first.Ms
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last three paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Emily's glad to be able to make a choice since the box, the yarn, and the idea are Maggie's. "The same colors, of course."
  The two girls sit together, hands busy with the yarn, concentrating hard as Maggie shows Emily how to be sure the yarn is taut.
  They lean against opposite sides of the walls of the little lair, braiding quietly in the quiet shade. It doesn't take long. Their wrists are small.