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. — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
“Baby, I was in a war. Of course I get it. That's where all the bad in the world comes from. Guys who like being mean. I was that guy once. We were all that guy, for at least a… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
I always wanted a father. Any kind. A strict one, a funny one, one who bought me pink dresses, one who wished I was… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
When a family breaks you don't hear the crack of the breaking. You don't hear a sound. — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
“You're a watcher, aren't you?" Peter said. "I can tell. You watch and listen. But you know what I'm betting. The thing you can't… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
Don't just tell me a mystery; give me a world. Suzanne Myers delivers a hurricane-ravaged island shimmering with atmosphere and dense with secrets. This… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
“It had never occurred to me that I could do something without permission. 'May I' was a way of life for a girl like… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
I drove in last night,' he said. 'I couldn't sleep, it was too hot. So I went outside. I was feeling melancholy. Then I… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
“Could it really happen like this?" he asked. "That a girl like you can make me feel..." "Make you feel what?" "Make me feel,"… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
“I took off one of the high-heeled sandals, the white sandals my mother prized, and threw it into the pool. That's when I noticed… — Judy Blundell Copy Share Image
