"I will be eleven years old tomorrow. I must confess I think I am pretty," writes Susan Garfield in her diary in 1944. Precocious and charming, Susan records the mundane along with the poignant as she describes her daily life in Budapest against the backdrop of the war. After liberation, as she searches for home, she pours her fears and anxieties as a new immigrant into another diary, the only place where she feels she truly belongs.