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conversations.value: Do you know a description for a book titled Anything Is Possible about Choice, Gold, Award with the genre: Children's Books, Activities, Crafts & Games?
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conversations.value: As a childrens illustrator, the author has created numerous fun picture books such as Bumpa and the Piggies Series, Arise and Shine, The Little Red Hen Hatches a Plan, and many more. She has won the Mom's Choice Gold Award, Preferred Choice Award, and Readers Favorite Gold for best illustrated children's picture book. She loves to write children's stories to promote social skills and character building to share with children and adults alike. She believes children have the power and ability within themselves to make good choices, and to be their best that in which can change the world. For more information visit www.rosemariegillen.com
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conversations.value: She has won the Mom's Choice Gold Award, Preferred Choice Award, and Readers Favorite Gold for best illustrated children's picture book. She loves to write children's stories to promote social skills and character building to share with children and adults alike. She believes children have the power and ability within themselves to make good choices, and to be their best that in which can change the world. For more information visit www.rosemariegillen.com
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conversations.value: What could be a title for a book about Sheep, Wolf, Library with the genre: Children's Books, Growing Up & Facts of Life?
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conversations.value: A title for this book could be 'Anything Is Possible'
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conversations.value: Do you know a plot for a book titled Anything Is Possible about Choice, Gold, Award with the genre: Children's Books, Activities, Crafts & Games?
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conversations.value: Anything Is Possible (film): Army lieutenant, Margaret Peters goes missing during a rescue mission in Japan.\nBack in Detroit, her son, Nathan had difficulty accepting the shocking news.\nTo make matters worse, he discovers that his father, George isn't his biological father.\nDue to this and his mother's long absence, Child Care Services came knocking at their door.\nAfraid of being taken away, Nathan splits before his father can explain.\nWhile George goes looking for him, Nathan takes to the streets of Detroit.\nThere, he encounters Captain Miles, a homeless Iraqi war veteran.\nIt was at first unclear what Captain Miles' intention is with Nathan, but the veteran ultimately tricks him into seeking shelter at the home of Evelyn Strasser.\nThis wealthy philanthropist founds out that her daughter, Jessee has been hiding Nathan in the basement.\nEvelyn reunites Nathan with George, but not before discovering that Nathan is musically gifted.\nUnfortunately, the reunion is short-lived until Child Care Services can sort out the mess.\nIn the meantime, the State will take custody of Nathan.\nThis means that Nathan still has to go to the orphanage.\nThe orphanage has its own set of problems as it is going to be closed soon due to lack of funds.\nWhen the children learned about this, they decide to do some fundraising via a concert.\nThey go all out to market their newly-found musical prodigy via flyers that promise a sterling performance and indeed, on the big day, Nathan raised both the roof and enough funds to support the orphanage.\nThe icing on the cake was when Nathan's mother turned out to be alive after all and was reunited with her family.
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conversations.value: \nThe icing on the cake was when Nathan's mother turned out to be alive after all and was reunited with her family.\nBack in Detroit, her son, Nathan had difficulty accepting the shocking news.\nTo make matters worse, he discovers that his father, George isn't his biological father.\nDue to this and his mother's long absence, Child Care Services came knocking at their door.\nAfraid of being taken away, Nathan splits before his father can explain.\nWhile George goes looking for him, Nathan takes to the streets of Detroit.\nThere, he encounters Captain Miles, a homeless Iraqi war veteran.\nIt was at first unclear what Captain Miles' intention is with Nathan, but the veteran ultimately tricks him into seeking shelter at the home of Evelyn Strasser.\nThis wealthy philanthropist founds out that her daughter, Jessee has been hiding Nathan in the basement.\nEvelyn reunites Nathan with George, but not before discovering that Nathan is musically gifted.\nUnfortunately, the reunion is short-lived until Child Care Services can sort out the mess.\nIn the meantime, the State will take custody of Nathan.\nThis means that Nathan still has to go to the orphanage.\nThe orphanage has its own set of problems as it is going to be closed soon due to lack of funds.\nWhen the children learned about this, they decide to do some fundraising via a concert.\nThey go all out to market their newly-found musical prodigy via flyers that promise a sterling performance and indeed, on the big day, Nathan raised both the roof and enough funds to support the orphanage.Anything Is Possible (film): Army lieutenant, Margaret Peters goes missing during a rescue mission in Japan.
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conversations.value: Do you know the first five paragraphs for this book?
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conversations.value: Anything Is Possible
  Subjects: LCSH: Mothers and daughters—Fiction. | Brothers and sisters—Fiction. | Families—Fiction. | Domestic fiction.
  Tommy Guptill had once owned a dairy farm, which he'd inherited from his father, and which was about two miles from the town of Amgash, Illinois. This was many years ago now, but at night Tommy still sometimes woke with the fear he had felt the night his dairy farm burned to the ground. The house had burned to the ground as well; the wind had sent sparks onto the house, which was not far from the barns. It had been his fault—he always thought it was his fault—because he had not checked that night on the milking machines to make sure they had been turned off properly, and this is where the fire started. Once it started, it ripped with a fury over the whole place. They lost everything, except for the brass frame to the living room mirror, which he came upon in the rubble the next day, and he left it where it was. A collection was taken up: For a number of weeks his kids went to school in the clothes of their classmates, until he could gather himself and the little money he had; he sold the land to the neighboring farmer, but it did not bring much money in. Then he and his wife, a short pretty woman named Shirley, bought new clothes, and he bought a house as well, Shirley keeping her spirits up admirably as all this was going on. They'd had to buy a house in Amgash, which was a run-down town, and his kids went to school there instead of in Carlisle, where they had been able to go to school before, his farm being just on the line dividing the two towns. Tommy took a job as the janitor in the Amgash school system; the steadiness of the job appealed to him, and he could never go to work on someone else's farm, he did not have the stomach for that. He was thirty-five years old at the time.
  This morning Tommy drove slowly to the town of Carlisle for errands; it was a sunny Saturday in May, and his wife's eighty-second birthday was just a few days away. All around him were open fields, the corn newly planted, and the soybeans too. A number of fields were still brown, as they'd been plowed under for their planting, but mostly there was the high blue sky, with a few white clouds scattered near the horizon. He drove past the sign on the road that led down to the Barton home; it still said SEWING AND ALTERATIONS, even though the woman, Lydia Barton, who did the sewing and alterations had died many years ago. The Barton family had been outcasts, even in a town like Amgash, their extreme poverty and strangeness making this so. The oldest child, a man named Pete, lived alone there now, the middle child was two towns away, and the youngest, Lucy Barton, had fled many years ago, and had ended up living in New York City. Tommy had spent time thinking of Lucy. All those years she had lingered after school, alone in a classroom, from fourth grade right up to her senior year in high school; it had taken her a few years to even look him in the eye.
  Still, on a spring morning as this one was, the smell of the soil brought back to him the smells of the cows, the moisture of their nostrils, the warmth of their bellies, and his barns—he had had two barns—and he let his mind roll over pieces of scenes that came to him. Perhaps because he had just passed the Barton place he thought of the man, Ken Barton, who had been the father of those poor, sad children, and who had worked on and off for Tommy, and then he thought—as he more often did—of Lucy, who had left for college and then ended up in New York City. She had become a writer.
  Driving, Tommy shook his head slightly. Tommy knew many things as a result of being the janitor in that school more than thirty years; he knew of girls' pregnancies and drunken mothers and cheating spouses, for he overheard these things talked about by the students in their small huddles by the bathrooms, or near the cafeteria; in many ways he was invisible, he understood that. But Lucy Barton had troubled him the most. She and her sister, Vicky, and her brother, Pete, had been viciously scorned by the other kids, and by some of the teachers too. Yet because Lucy stayed after school so often for so many years he felt—though she seldom spoke—that he knew her the best. One time when she was in the fourth grade, it was his first year working there, he had opened the door to a classroom and found her lying on three chairs pushed together, over near the radiators, her coat as a blanket, fast asleep. He had stared at her, watching her chest move slightly up and down, seen the dark circles beneath her eyes, her eyelashes spread like tiny twinkling stars, for her eyelids had been moist as though she had been weeping before she slept, and then he backed out slowly, quietly as he could; it had felt almost unseemly to come upon her like that.
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conversations.value: From the corner of her eye, Mary noticed once again that age had touched her baby; Angelina's face had creases by her mouth and by her eyes that Mary had not remembered. Her hair, still pale brown, and still worn below her shoulders, was thinner than Mary had thought it was. And the jeans she wore were so tight! Mary had noticed this right away. "Look, honey," Mary said, waving a hand toward the sea, "I just love how things are lived outside more in Italy. This open door, the open window."
  Angelina rummaged through her blue straw handbag and brought out her phone, which she placed on the table between them. "Well, the twins and I went to a crafts fair, and you wouldn't believe what we got. Wait, I think I have a picture on my phone." Mary pulled her chair closer and peered at the phone, and she was able to see the pretty pink sweater that one of the twins had bought for Tammy's birthday.
  The sun went behind a cloud as they walked back to the caseggiato, and this changed the light dramatically. The day seemed suddenly autumnal, yet the palm trees and brightly painted buildings were at odds with this, even for Mary, who—presumably—should have been used to it. But Mary felt bewildered at all she had seen on her daughter's phone, all the life that was going on in Illinois without her. She said, "I was thinking of the Pretty Nicely Girls the other day. The Club, I guess I was remembering The Club and the dances there."
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conversations.value: Do you know the last five paragraphs? Start with the sentence 'When word came that Keith had died of cancer, Abel was astonished'.
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conversations.value: When word came that Keith had died of cancer, Abel was astonished. That astonishment had to do with death, with the wiping out of a person, with the puzzlement that the man was simply gone. The simplicity of the goneness was something Abel was familiar with; he was not a young man, he had known the death of others, starting with the goneness of his own father. But what followed this astonishment was a searing sense of shame, as though Abel had done something unsavory all those years by having Keith build his clothes. He found himself murmuring the words out loud, when he was in his car, or alone in his office, or getting dressed in the morning, "I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry."
  Even while he voted as a conservative, even while he took his annual bonus from the board, even while he ate in the best restaurants Chicago offered, and even while most of him thought what he had thought for years, I will not apologize for being rich, he did apologize, but to whom precisely he did not know. Waves of shame would suddenly pour over him, the way his wife had endured hot flashes for years, her face instantly bright red, rivulets of perspiration forming on the sides of her face. She could not be jovial about these incidents, the way he saw some women at the office were. But he felt he understood better now, the uncontrolled assault she must have felt, just as he felt the uncontrolled assault of his shame, which, he was perfectly aware, had no basis in anything real. Keith had had a job. He had done his job well. He had been paid well. (He had not really been paid that well.)
  He must have said it right because she said, "You hold right on to Snowball, we're going to take you to the hospital. Are you able to understand me?" He felt a hard plastic thing placed in his hand.
  Abel shook his head. He thought he shook his head, he could not tell, but he wanted to tell Linck McKenzie—so ludicrous that it was absolutely liberating—that he'd had a lovely time, which must be ridiculous but was not. He felt the chill of a fluid filling his veins, and so perhaps they had hooked him up to something and given him a drug, he couldn't find the words to ask— And then later, as the ambulance went faster, Abel felt not fear but a strange exquisite joy, the bliss of things finally and irretrievably out of his control, unpeeled, unpeeling now. Yet there was a streak of something else, as though just outside his reach was the twinkle of a light, as though a Christmas window was there; this puzzled him and pleased him, and in his state of tired ecstasy it seemed almost to come to him. Linck McKenzie's voice: "You're a good man." This made Abel smile even as his chest felt as if rocks were piled upon it. The calm voice of that wonderful big woman told him, "Mr. Blaine, you hold right on," and he thought perhaps his smile appeared to them as a grimace of pain, but what did it matter, he was moving very quickly and easily away now, leaving them, flying—how fast he was going!—past fields of green soybeans, with the most exquisite understanding: He had a friend. He would have said this if he could, he would have said it, but there was no need: Like his sweet Sophia who loved her Snowball, Abel had a friend. And if such a gift could come to him at such a time, then anything—dear girl from Rockford dressed up for her meeting, rushing above the Rock River—he opened his eyes, and yes, there it was, the perfect knowledge: Anything was possible for anyone.
  Jim Tierney, Kathy Chamberlain, Susan Kamil, Beverly Gologorsky, Molly Friedrich, Lucy Carson, Frank Connors (a wonderful storyteller in his own right), and the inimitable Benjamin Dreyer.