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conversations.value: Give me a description for a book titled Twisted Roots about Attic, Dollanganger, Christophers with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Genre Fiction.
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conversations.value: the author novels have been a bestselling phenomenon since the publication of Flowers in the Attic , first in the renowned Dollanganger series, which includes Petals on the Wind , If There Be Thorns , Seeds of Yesterday , and Garden of Shadows. The family saga continues with Christophers Diary: Secrets of Foxworth , Christophers Diary: Echoes of Dollanganger , and Secret Brother , and will continue with Beneath the Attic next fall as part of the fortieth anniversary celebration. There are now more than seventy the author novels, which have sold over 106 million copies worldwide and have been translated into twenty-five foreign languages. Join the conversation about the world of the author at Facebook.com/OfficialVCthe author.
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conversations.value: Give me the first five paragraphs for this book.
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conversations.value: Twisted Roots
  Following the death of Virginia Andrews, the Andrews family worked with a carefully selected writer to organize and complete Virginia Andrews' stories and to create additional novels, of which this is one, inspired by her storytelling genius.
  Ihave always felt like someone with a pimple on the tip of her nose because my last name is different from my mother's. First you try to cover it up, and then, when you can no longer do that, you pretend it's nothing and act as if it certainly doesn't bother you.
  I have my father's last name, Eaton, and my mother, Willow, who remarried a year after I was born, has my stepfather's last name, Fuentes. My father, who is an important and successful Palm Beach attorney, has always refused to permit my stepfather to legally adopt me and thus take on his name, even though my daddy, too, remarried a year after I was born and has twin boys, now fifteen years old, Adrian and Cade.
  The irony about all this is my Eaton paternal grandparents have never had anything to do with me. Neither has my aunt Whitney, my father's sister, or her children, my cousins Quentin and Laurel, both of whom have their own families. I have seen my Eaton grandparents, my aunt, and her husband Hans, only from a distance, and I know they have seen me from time to time, but they have never acknowledged me. Once I saw Quentin, but I've never seen his family, and I've never seen Laurel or any of her family. Even when I was very young, it didn't take me long to realize the Eatons built a wall around themselves, so they were the castle-keeps, especially in regard to me.
  Whenever I've been with my father, I've also been with Adrian and Cade, but I'm not very fond of my half brothers, who suffer from 100 percent snob-quotient. I won't deny that they are very good-looking and very good students, but they love reminding people of that, especially me. Even though I'm just as good a student as either of them, they often try to make me feel inferior by bragging about how much more they have or how many more friends they have. They have what they call their "Invite Board" in their game room, and they pin up their party invitations on it. They love showing it to me, especially when almost every available space is taken.
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conversations.value: Give me four more paragraphs.
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conversations.value: After I returned to my room, I tried to sleep a little longer, but I couldn't keep my eyes closed. Every creak, every tinkle caught my attention. It was as if my hearing had become as keen as a dog's or a cat's. Finally I gave up and rose, went to the bathroom, washed my face, and changed my clothes. By the time I was finished, I could hear Lila coming up the stairs with some breakfast for Mommy. I heard her shout that she didn't want anything, and I heard Miguel plead with her, warning her she would need her strength more than ever now.
  Not once did I hear her ask for me. I was both grateful and disappointed simultaneously. I didn't have the courage to go to her, but I was also upset with the fact that she didn't want me at her side, that she didn't turn to me for any solace or support. I might as well have died with Claude, I thought. I really didn't know what to do.
  He looked at me so sternly, with eyes like cold steel. I had never seen him look at anyone this way, not even the drunken gardener who had called him terrible names in Spanish.
  Convenient,I thought, but I wouldn't say it, although I wanted to say it very much. I wanted to turn my sense of guilt and responsibility toward Miguel's god, direct it like a spotlight on the churches, the Bibles, the choirs, and the prayers to expose the emptiness and exonerate myself.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: Every creak, every tinkle caught my attention. It was as if my hearing had become as keen as a dog's or a cat's. Finally I gave up and rose, went to the bathroom, washed my face, and changed my clothes. By the time I was finished, I could hear Lila coming up the stairs with some breakfast for Mommy. I heard her shout that she didn't want anything, and I heard Miguel plead with her, warning her she would need her strength more than ever now.
  Not once did I hear her ask for me. I was both grateful and disappointed simultaneously. I didn't have the courage to go to her, but I was also upset with the fact that she didn't want me at her side, that she didn't turn to me for any solace or support. I might as well have died with Claude, I thought. I really didn't know what to do.
  He looked at me so sternly, with eyes like cold steel. I had never seen him look at anyone this way, not even the drunken gardener who had called him terrible names in Spanish.
  Convenient,I thought, but I wouldn't say it, although I wanted to say it very much. I wanted to turn my sense of guilt and responsibility toward Miguel's god, direct it like a spotlight on the churches, the Bibles, the choirs, and the prayers to expose the emptiness and exonerate myself.
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conversations.value: Give me the last two paragraphs.. Start with the sentence 'She could see it in my face: I knew it was to be goodbyes again, the departing words spoken practically in mid-sentence'.
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conversations.value: She could see it in my face: I knew it was to be goodbyes again, the departing words spoken practically in mid-sentence. Daddy caught the look on both our faces.
  I looked at the house I had barely grown to know, the house we were now deserting like a sinking ship.Someday, I thought,I will live in one place for a long time, and I will get to know people and have real friends, and all this will seem like a dream.