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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled The Most Beautiful Place in the World about Juan, Seven-year-old, Guatemala with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life? Start with the sentence '"Seven-year-old Juan lives in Guatemala, a place of stunning beauty and grim economic reality'.
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conversations.value: "Seven-year-old Juan lives in Guatemala, a place of stunning beauty and grim economic reality. Abandoned by his mother, Juan lives with his grandmother and shines shoes. He passionately wants to attend school, but fears Grandmother will say no. Finally gathering his courage, he is surprised when she not only agrees to send him to school but also chides him about the importance of standing up for himself. Juan tells this bittersweet story, which reads smoothly and powerfully on several levels, with warmth and dignity."--"Booklist.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: The Most Beautiful Place in the World
  My name is Juan. I live in Guatemala, in the mountains. My town, San Pablo, has three huge volcanoes near it, and high cliffs all around it, and steep, bright green fields of corn and garlic and onions growing in the hills, and red coffee berries growing in the shade of big trees in the valleys. It has lots of flowers and birds—eagles and orioles and owls, hummingbirds, and flocks of wild parrots that zoom down out of the trees to steal our corn and don't talk any language but their own.
  San Pablo is on a big lake with seven other towns around it. People get from one town to another mostly by ferryboat or canoe. There's a road, but it's not a good one.
  I've never been in any of the other towns, only San Pablo. It seems like every light is saying, "You're not alone. We're here too."
  Right in town, San Pablo has stray dogs and dust in the street, and a few cars, and a few buses from the big cities, and a few mules carrying firewood from the mountains, and lots of people carrying still more stuff—jugs of water or big baskets of bread or vegetables on their heads, babies on their backs, or sometimes huge wooden beams balanced over their shoulders—whatever they need to take home. Since there aren't many cars, if you want something, you carry it yourself, no matter how heavy it is.
  The only time people aren't carrying things is at night, when they go out just to stroll around town and have fun and tell stories and talk to their friends. Everybody walks in the street, more or less straight down the middle, and if a car comes while somebody's having a good conversation or telling a good story, the car has to wait till the story finishes before people will move out of the way. Stories are important here, and cars aren't.
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conversations.value: Add another sentence about fishing, glowing.
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conversations.value: The Most Beautiful Place in the World
  My name is Juan. I live in Guatemala, in the mountains. My town, San Pablo, has three huge volcanoes near it, and high cliffs all around it, and steep, bright green fields of corn and garlic and onions growing in the hills, and red coffee berries growing in the shade of big trees in the valleys. It has lots of flowers and birds—eagles and orioles and owls, hummingbirds, and flocks of wild parrots that zoom down out of the trees to steal our corn and don't talk any language but their own. 
  San Pablo is on a big lake with seven other towns around it. People get from one town to another mostly by ferryboat or canoe. There's a road, but it's not a good one. 
  I've never been in any of the other towns, only San Pablo. Still, at night I like to go down by the lake and look at the lights of the fishing canoes on the black water, and the lights of the other towns glowing at us across the lake, and the thousands of stars in the sky. It seems like every light is saying, "You're not alone. We're here too. "
  Right in town, San Pablo has stray dogs and dust in the street, and a few cars, and a few buses from the big cities, and a few mules carrying firewood from the mountains, and lots of people carrying still more stuff—jugs of water or big baskets of bread or vegetables on their heads, babies on their backs, or sometimes huge wooden beams balanced over their shoulders—whatever they need to take home. Since there aren't many cars, if you want something, you carry it yourself, no matter how heavy it is. 
  The only time people aren't carrying things is at night, when they go out just to stroll around town and have fun and tell stories and talk to their friends. Everybody walks in the street, more or less straight down the middle, and if a car comes while somebody's having a good conversation or telling a good story, the car has to wait till the story finishes before people will move out of the way. Stories are important here, and cars aren't.
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conversations.value: What is two more paragraphs?
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conversations.value: I thought I never would. But the next night my grandmother took me by the hand and said, "Come with me," and we walked to my mother's house.
  My mother opened the door. My stepfather was behind her, sitting on the bed, but he stood up when he saw my grandmother.
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conversations.value: Delete the first sentence.
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conversations.value: But the next night my grandmother took me by the hand and said, "Come with me," and we walked to my mother's house.
  My mother opened the door. My stepfather was behind her, sitting on the bed, but he stood up when he saw my grandmother.
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conversations.value: What is the last five paragraphs?
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conversations.value: But some stories can lead to a heap of trouble, and that's exactly where Julian and Huey end up all too often!
  How can a few little stories get him into so much trouble? And when will he ever learn to talk his way out of it?
  But Huey isn't a little kid. He's an adventurer, a chef, a tracker, and a scout. And he's about to show Julian—and the world—all that he can do.
  Huey is now a match for his big brother, Julian, and he's not going to be pushed around. Not if he can help it, anyway. He's got sunflowers to save, basketball shots to make, and fifteen billion stars to count—with or without his brother by his side.
  But some problems can't be solved alone, no matter how brave you are. And when a treasure hunt leaves Huey trapped at the bottom of a crumbling mine, it'll take more than Julian to help him escape.