Amy Harmon is such an AMAZING writer! This book... oh the emotions... I don't even know how to put it into words. It is definitely my favorite read this year. It's been several days and I still keep drifting back to this book and thinking about this amazing and wonderful story and this beautiful character Amy Harmon created called Moses.
This book is best read if you go in blind... don't read any of those spoilery reviews! It is a complex story that is both heart wrenching and heart warming at the same time. Quite simply one of the most unique and beautiful love stories I've ever read.
That's all I can say... because yes, this book has rendered me speechless! Which is hard to do... :)
If you loved Making Faces you definitely need to put this on the top of your reading pile. That was my favorite book last year... and this author has managed to win the top spot yet again... yep, I am a HUGE fan.
Reviewed with LOVE by "K"... :))))
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About the Book
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.