Children are naturally gullible. They will believe everything said to them, and sometimes it is fun to lead them along and see how far the deception can go.
But at what cost?
Trust is a fragile thing. Once the tender threads of trust are broken, they are not easily mended.
When I was a little girl, I honestly believed my mom knew everything. She perpetuated the belief, reminding me often when she was right about something. I thought I was the luckiest girl in the world to have such an amazing mother.
Then I discovered she wasn’t omniscient and my whole world fell apart.
Six years ago, all the novels I owned fit onto a meager three feet of shelf space. I loved to read Christian fiction but, due to finances, I borrowed books from family and friends instead of purchasing my own.
Getting married and moving to Canada changed everything.
Suddenly, I had time on my hands and all my normal avenues of borrowing books were 500 miles away. To complicate matters, my new husband was still job hunting and our local library’s selection of Christian fiction was laughable at best.
I longed for something new to read without having to pay exorbitant Canadian book prices.
Then I discovered book review blogging