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conversations.value: What is a description for a book titled Driving Force about Freddie, British, Former with the genre: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure?
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conversations.value: YA-- From the first paragraph, the action grabs readers and plunges ahead like one of the thoroughbreds that is such valuable secondary characters in every the author novel. As usual, a particular aspect of the British racing industry is carefully profiled, in this case the job of transporting horses. Former jockey Freddie Croft is the owner of just such a business, and must confront the discovery that his vans have been used for some very unusual smuggling. Freddie discovers two separate plots to victimize race horses through disease; along the way a bit of romance begins to enrich his life, a trusted employee is murdered, computer files are wiped out, and a malicious villain destroys Freddie's home with an ax. Clues abound, with those needed to solve the mystery satisfyingly mixed in with enough red herrings to keep readers happily guessing. Additional plot enrichment is provided by weaving in the latest in computer technology and epidemiology. A dependable writer will satisfy his YA fans once again.<BR><I>- Carolyn E. Gecan, Thomas Jefferson Sci-Tech, Fairfax County, </I><BR>Copyright 1993 Reed Business Information, Inc.
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conversations.value: Delete the last sentence.
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conversations.value: YA-- From the first paragraph, the action grabs readers and plunges ahead like one of the thoroughbreds that is such valuable secondary characters in every the author novel. As usual, a particular aspect of the British racing industry is carefully profiled, in this case the job of transporting horses. Former jockey Freddie Croft is the owner of just such a business, and must confront the discovery that his vans have been used for some very unusual smuggling. Freddie discovers two separate plots to victimize race horses through disease; along the way a bit of romance begins to enrich his life, a trusted employee is murdered, computer files are wiped out, and a malicious villain destroys Freddie's home with an ax. Clues abound, with those needed to solve the mystery satisfyingly mixed in with enough red herrings to keep readers happily guessing. Additional plot enrichment is provided by weaving in the latest in computer technology and epidemiology. A dependable writer will satisfy his YA fans once again.<BR><I>- Carolyn E.
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conversations.value: What is the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Driving Force
  We watched the rest of the races, all, that is, that were shown. Isobel phoned again in midprogram at four to report all well; she was going off home. One of the local horses Harve had driven to Cheltenham had won, had I noticed?
  When the races had finished, we switched off the television and just talked in general, and later Aziz telephoned direct to my house, saying he hoped I didn't mind but the office was shut with my own number on its answering machine.
  When I told Lizzie the problem she asked to come with me, and after Aziz had phoned again, round we went.
  The scrubby Centaur Care paddock had been overgrazed to the point where dark earth showed between the straggling tufts of grass. The roughly hard-topped parking area had weeds growing through cracks and the small concrete office was streaked with rusty rain marks. Behind it, the stables looked as if a good breeze would flatten them. Lizzie gazed at this magnificent spread speechlessly as we pulled up beside the elderly green paint of the front door.
  We'd been there barely a minute before Aziz turned in slowly from the road and brought the nine-van to an exceedingly gentle halt. I walked across to his window as Tigwood and Lorna disembarked from the passenger seats on the other side.
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conversations.value: What is four more paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'Most of the drivers were in the canteen when I arrived on the Friday'.
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conversations.value: Most of the drivers were in the canteen when I arrived on the Friday. The sky outside was gloriously pink and ginger, high, clear and cold. In the canteen the tea looked the color of teak with strength to match, and white plastic tea-spoons stood upright in the sugar bowl.
  Harve had already set off to Wolverhampton. I checked the other assembled drivers against the list I'd copied from the computer screen and found them all well briefed by Harve and Isobel. I realized I'd left a lot to those two since Tuesday night and had been more affected than I'd acknowledged by the rattling of my brain.
  Phil, Dave and Lewis were there, Lewis showing no sign of the flu. Nigel, despite his late return the evening before, exuded undiminished animal strength. Aziz smiled, as ever. A bunch of others looked at their watches, drank their tannin, used the washroom and ambled out on a collective mission to pick up most of the Pixhill horses that were running that afternoon at Lingfield Park.
  Dave was down to go with Aziz in the nine-van on a broodmare mission to Ireland. Both men had arrived in plenty of time, and I asked Dave to come along to my office as I had something to discuss with him. He came in his usual happy-go-lucky way, carrying his tea mug and wearing an amiable unsuspecting expression.
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conversations.value: What is the last three paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'Hugo brusquely turned them away with him towards their car, looking fiercely over his shoulder'.
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conversations.value: Hugo brusquely turned them away with him towards their car, looking fiercely over his shoulder. He shouldn't fear me, I thought. Perhaps in time he wouldn't. I would never upset that child.
  I was aware that Guggenheim and Aziz were slithering under the horse van. Guggenheim scrambled out with visions of immortality in his eyes, cuddling the white plastic carrier as if it contained the Holy Grail.
  Nina came to stand beside me. I put my arm round her shoulders. It felt right there. Eight and a half years didn't matter.