There was a reason I queued as long as I did during London RARE18, to meet Amy Harmon and this is why… Amy has such a gift with words, her characters come alive between the pages. It’s although I was them and they were me. I not only saw them, I heard them too.
This story is moving and beautiful in every definition imaginable. Amy builds a world so vivid you can’t help but become part of it.
I never read any reviews, only through word of mouth did I one click and have this waiting for me on my kindle on my to be read shelf.
This is only the third book of Amy’s I have read, but I will no doubt bump the rest of her books to the top of my pile. Don’t wait as long as I did to get lost in the Law of Moses, so beautifully scripted, like me you won’t want to put it down.
“Time softens memories, sanding down the rough edges of death.”
If I tell you right up front, right in the beginning that I lost him, it will be easier for you to bear. You will know it’s coming, and it will hurt. But you’ll be able to prepare.
Someone found him in a laundry basket at the Quick Wash, wrapped in a towel, a few hours old and close to death. They called him Baby Moses when they shared his story on the ten o’clock news – the little baby left in a basket at a dingy Laundromat, born to a crack addict and expected to have all sorts of problems. I imagined the crack baby, Moses, having a giant crack that ran down his body, like he’d been broken at birth. I knew that wasn’t what the term meant, but the image stuck in my mind. Maybe the fact that he was broken drew me to him from the start.
It all happened before I was born, and by the time I met Moses and my mom told me all about him, the story was old news and nobody wanted anything to do with him. People love babies, even sick babies. Even crack babies. But babies grow up to be kids, and kids grow up to be teenagers. Nobody wants a messed up teenager.
And Moses was messed up. Moses was a law unto himself. But he was also strange and exotic and beautiful. To be with him would change my life in ways I could never have imagined. Maybe I should have stayed away. Maybe I should have listened. My mother warned me. Even Moses warned me. But I didn’t stay away.
And so begins a story of pain and promise, of heartache and healing, of life and death. A story of before and after, of new beginnings and never-endings. But most of all…a love story.