conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled manicpixiedreamgirl about Sydney, Becky, Tyler with the genre: Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gr 9 Up-Tyler Darcy, 17, is in love, but not with Sydney, the girl who's been his steady for the past two years. He looks back on his first day of freshman year, when Becky became his unending obsession before Sydney even came into the picture. He knew nothing about her when their eyes met in a cafeteria line. That's pretty much the extent of the encounter, but from that moment on, Tyler makes her the star of his evolving short story. He writes Becky into his perfect dream girl. Over time, as a friendship forms between the two, he can't see past the character he has created. He makes excuses for one telling incident after another, and because everyone else seems to know about her reputation, including Sydney, Becky assumes that Tyler does, too. Tyler is not in love with Sydney; he is in love with a girl that Becky can never hope to be. In this spare, well-written romance, the author points out the many ways in which we, often unwittingly, deceive ourselves and those around us when we fall in love. Teens will recognize themselves in the course of their own early romances, and possibly begin to realize what a messy business love can be.-Cary Frostick, Mary Riley Styles Public Library, Falls Church, VA(c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Add another sentence about It's, Sydney, Becky, published, forced.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: Gr 9 Up-Tyler Darcy, 17, is in love, but not with Sydney, the girl who's been his steady for the past two years. He looks back on his first day of freshman year, when Becky became his unending obsession before Sydney even came into the picture. He knew nothing about her when their eyes met in a cafeteria line. That's pretty much the extent of the encounter, but from that moment on, Tyler makes her the star of his evolving short story. He writes Becky into his perfect dream girl. Over time, as a friendship forms between the two, he can't see past the character he has created. He makes excuses for one telling incident after another, and because everyone else seems to know about her reputation, including Sydney, Becky assumes that Tyler does, too. It's not until his short story is published by a literary magazine that both Sydney and Becky are forced to face the truth. Tyler is not in love with Sydney; he is in love with a girl that Becky can never hope to be. In this spare, well-written romance, the author points out the many ways in which we, often unwittingly, deceive ourselves and those around us when we fall in love. Teens will recognize themselves in the course of their own early romances, and possibly begin to realize what a messy business love can be. -Cary Frostick, Mary Riley Styles Public Library, Falls Church, VA(c) Copyright 2013. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the first four paragraphs for this book.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: manicpixiedreamgirl
  Robby's eyes widen as I push myself off the table and cross my arms. "I'm going to read it to her," I say.
  Robby holds up his hands. "No, no! It's what you're good at. I bet no one else ever wrote a story about her that got published in a magazine, right?"
  I laugh, but not because I'm amused. This is news to me. I feel like I'm looking into a mirror, for the first time seeing myself the way my friends see me.
  Robby stares at me a moment longer before pulling my keys out from his pocket. He regards me suspiciously. "You sure you're okay to drive?"
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me three more paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: I follow her lead, taking my jeans off. I stop, thumbs hooked into the waistband of my boxers, when she slides her underwear down.
  My hands quake at my hips, and tremors vibrate my legs. My breath comes out in tiny, silent gasps. I pull my boxers off as Becky climbs back onto her bed and rolls to one side, opening the drawer in her night table. She pulls out a bottle, squirts something into her hand—
  I get on the mattress, on top of the same floral comforter she had the first time I was here. She rolls over again, now on her back, and scoots up a bit, a pillow under her head.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Give me the last four paragraphs.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: When I get home, I head for my room. Mom and Dad are asleep. Gabrielle's door is open partway, her TV on low, casting the room in gray-blue shadow. She turns her head as I walk past.
  I go into my bedroom, shut the door, take off my clothes, and giggle a little at the seemingly distant memory of them piling up on Becky Webb's floor just a little while ago.
  I love Becky Webb. Always have. I think I always will. And she is one of my best friends. Which is why I can't be anything more to her, not now. Not knowing what I know.
  I pull on sweatpants and climb shirtless under a single sheet. My head feels like it's the size and weight of the complete works of Shakespeare, heavy and angular, pulling me deep into the pillow.
conversations.from: human
conversations.value: Swap the first and the last sentence.
conversations.from: assistant
conversations.value: My head feels like it's the size and weight of the complete works of Shakespeare, heavy and angular, pulling me deep into the pillow. Mom and Dad are asleep. Gabrielle's door is open partway, her TV on low, casting the room in gray-blue shadow. She turns her head as I walk past.
  I go into my bedroom, shut the door, take off my clothes, and giggle a little at the seemingly distant memory of them piling up on Becky Webb's floor just a little while ago.
  I love Becky Webb. Always have. I think I always will. And she is one of my best friends. Which is why I can't be anything more to her, not now. Not knowing what I know.
  I pull on sweatpants and climb shirtless under a single sheet.When I get home, I head for my room.