“The haunting memory of Anne will always reside in those precious years between childhood and womanhood. She was only 15 when she died, her body lost in a mass grave. Her red and white checkered diary is more than a mere historical document of the turbulent times she lived in. It is an honest and vivid exploration of what it feels like to become a woman and most importantly, to remain human despite the horrific circumstances. Reading Anne’s words means loving, laughing and crying with her. I’d have her at my dinner party any day.”

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