Genres: Fiction, Mystery, Romance, Spiritual
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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.
A divinely beautiful, sublimely moving, and awe-inspiring story of love, truth, faith, and life.
Seraph: a celestial or heavenly being belonging to the highest rank of the angelic hierarchy. They represent light, ardor and purity. Amy Harmon is a seraph. The Law of Moses is the fire with which she burned my heart, and mind, her words provided an illuminating light. I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: she’s extraordinary.
The Law of Moses is her 7th novel, which is wholly appropriate, because like the number symbolizes perfection and completeness, this book is her best work yet. This novel is about a broken boy, a cracked boy. He had a rough beginning and it split him down the middle. Living in a small town, his ripped seams are something that is looked upon with disdain and distrust. He’s different so he’s feared. By everyone but Georgia. She loves his frayed edges, but she doesn’t realize that by pulling at his emotions, she unravels Moses.
Moses and Georgia’s journey begins when they’re young, but their connection is old as time. They are drawn to each other even though everyone around them would have them separate. Georgia doesn’t heed everyone’s warnings to stay away from Moses. And Moses can’t seem to stay away from Georgia, even though he knows, because of how the world works, he won’t be able to have her. You see, Moses is different and Georgia knows this. He sees the world differently than those around him, he paints from his soul, he feels in his bones, and he loves from his gut, but he refuses to surrender to his feelings.
Moses paints in vivid color and possesses an artistry and gift that sets him apart, but Moses fights against it. He tries to control it and when events happen that set their world into a mess of death and chaos, their connection is tested by distance, loss, and fear.
This love story is a journey filled with pain, growth, sadness, and joy. Moses and Georgia’s tale is heartbreaking and I felt the deepest, most potent emotions while reading this book. It’s hard for me to even describe this as a book, because a book is a tangible thing; it’s made up of ink and paper, bound together and contained in a small space. That’s not how I felt while reading The Law of Moses. This story is a swell of feelings that expands well outside the boundaries of the page and I experienced it. I lived it. I became it, and I learned from it.
Don’t expect to take this all in one sitting. At least, I didn’t. There were numerous times when I just had to stop. I couldn’t go on anymore, because I’d feel a shift inside me. Something changed, and I needed time to adjust, to catch my breath. The prose is poetic, the message is lyrical, and the experience is magical.
Amy Harmon and Moses are the same. Their gift cannot be explained, nor fully understood, but it must be appreciated. It mustn’t be fitted, contained, labeled or forced in boxes. This is art in color, and truth in bright light. I marvel at those things, I aspire to be those things; I absorb those things because I know that I’m lucky to witness those things. I’m better because of those things. I’m blessed to have read this book and you should read this book. Live this story. An all-time favorite.