The first time I wrote about a boy in my diary, I was ten years old. It didn't matter that he was only part of my life for a brief afternoon. He wasn't the first boy I'd met, and certainly not the last. The years passed, and my “innocent little crushes” became more and more frequent and had serious consequences.
When I tried to cope on my own, it was like trying to apply a small bandage to a deep, gaping wound. Then I prayed this desperate prayer: that God would deliver me from my idols and teach me to trust Him with my love life.
I don't know what I expected, but certainly not this punch in the stomach that left me in shock, dazed, lost in the whirlwind of life that completely escaped me. But I'm getting ahead of myself a little...
Paula Hendricks lives in the United States, where she no longer tries to get boys' attention by swallowing live goldfish, playing tug-of-war, or jumping off stairs. Instead, she runs a blog for teens and women by day, and in the evenings she chronicles her adventures in her diary. She lives in Syracuse, New York with her husband (yes, her husband!)
ISBN: 9782863144626