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“Truth, justice...I always thought they were absolutes, like God. And Mom. And apple pie. But you could make apple pie from Ritz crackers. You could make cakes without sugar. We learned how to fake things, during the war.”

Quote by Judy Blundell

Book:What I Saw and How I Lied
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What I Saw and How I Lied

This book is a fictional narrative that takes place during the tumultuous times of World War II. It delves into the complexities of family dynamics and the impact of war on personal lives, while also uncovering hidden truths and secrets. more

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Judy Blundell
Judy Blundell

Judy Blundell is a renowned author known for her works in young adult literature. The specific dates of her birth and death are unknown. more

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