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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.
Lucky was a horse with a black coat and an even darker mane. He was the most beautiful horse I’d ever seen, but he knew he was beautiful, and he had a temper. He didn’t want to be touched or ridden or coaxed into standing still. He wanted me to leave him alone. Dad had a client that hadn’t been able to pay his vet bills, so they’d worked out a trade. It wasn’t a great trade, because Dad needed horses he and Mom could train to be around kids. But the horse had a pedigree Dad liked, and he thought maybe he could get some stud fees out of him.
Lucky reminded me of Moses—powerful and perfectly formed, muscles sinuous and defined just below the sleek surface, and the way he held his head and ignored me was almost spot-on Moses. But then Lucky would look at me and I knew he was well aware of my presence. He hadn’t forgotten me for a moment, and he wanted me to chase him. Call me crazy, but I was pretty sure what worked with the horse could work with the boy.
Moses came back that night. And again the next night. And the next. I watched him in wonder as he added color to the lines and a dream-like quality to the story that made me feel like I’d stepped inside the blind man’s head and was seeing it all through his eyes—seeing the world for the very first time.
Moses didn’t stop with my walls. On the third night the story continued on my ceiling, and he rigged up some scaffolding so he could paint the Sistine Chapel right on my ten by twelve bedroom ceiling. I had to admit, I didn’t know about the Sistine Chapel until Moses told me all about Michelangelo as he assembled the platform he intended to lie on while he painted. He said some day he would see it in person. He wanted to travel all over the world and see all the great art. That was his dream. I stayed very quiet while he talked, only contributing when I thought he was losing steam and might stop talking. I needed him to keep talking. I wanted to know everything about him. I wanted inside, and little by little, especially when he was painting, he was giving me glimpses, brief moments with him that I treasured up like a child collecting fragile shells and shiny pebbles. And when he wasn’t with me, I took out those treasures and turned them over and over in my mind, studying them from every angle, learning him.
My Review ~ 5 Stars
Beauty can be found in the unexpected……if you only stop long enough to take it all in.
Being abandoned in a laundry basket as a baby has a way of sticking with you. For Moses Wright, the label of ‘crack baby’ coupled with his unusual looks seemed to draw attraction to him – regardless of the situation. Moses found himself labeled ‘messed up’ by his family members and was shuffled from home to home. His great-grandmother decided Moses needed a stable life and the chance to excel. GiGi took Moses into her home and surrounded him with love. Life still wasn’t ‘easy’ for Moses. A ‘gift’ also presented itself at Moses hand through beautiful artwork. This beauty held a secret that haunted Moses…and those around him.
When Moses came to live in Levan, he met the sassy and free-spirited Georgia Shepherd. This beauty had an amazing family that shared their love with others. Georgia loved horses and always found a way to tame even the fiercest ones. Her beauty radiated to those around her. She was sweet, kind, and always found the positive in the world around her. No matter what Moses threw her way, Georgia found a love for Moses that knew no bounds.
Despite the depths of that love, sometimes things aren’t easy. Georgia wanted to show Moses the depths of her love, but he only wanted to escape the demons that haunted him. Time tore them apart, leaving both leading separate lives. Both had journeys of angst, happiness, and turmoil. When fate intervenes, they find that their pasts and future will once again collide.
Oh my goodness….what a story!! This was my first Amy Harmon book and I am totally HOOKED!! The emotions that flow through you when reading one of the authors books completely left me spent. Now don’t get me wrong – this is not a ‘typical’ romance. It’s a journey, a love story, a tale of pain bundled with emotions so strong they grip you from the very first page.
I have written and re-written a review many times since reading Moses and Georgia’s story. Feeling that nothing I could convey will do their story justice. All of the emotions that I feel were harder to describe without gushing spoilers to readers!! Yes – it was that good!!
With twists lurking throughout the story, it is so easy to be absorbed into the history that Moses and Georgia share. Their love knows no bounds….their journey is blind towards obstacles….it is a true love that was transformed through their experiences. Both will need the other to pull through the despair and heartache. They will discover that love knows no restrictions. Just like the colors of a rainbow….love is endless. It fills your soul and leads you on a journey of a lifetime. You just have to decide if you are up for the ride!!
My 5 Greats
My Husband – He knows the depths of my soul…the light in my eyes.
My Children – The light of my light. I would never trade anything just to see your smiles.
My Flower Gardens – Digging in the dirt and growing a piece of beauty. Without this – I wouldn’t have an outlet for my frustrations. The joy of watching my hard work turn into a thing of beauty.
A Glass of Wine – Something so simple that brings me such enjoyment.
My Mountain View – Just walking up the mountain behind our house and stopping to enjoy the view. The beauty of the sky, trees, and woods never ceases to amaze me. Reminding me how we take so much for granted.
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