The Law of Moses

moses

I’ve noticed this book through my Goodreads’ recommendations. I went into this book not really knowing what it was about. It was the first time I am going to read Amy Harmon’s book. But, what really pique my interest was the prologue. It has one of the most powerful prologue I’ve ever read.

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.

There’s no denying that this is a really great book — with beautiful writing, phenomenal plot and one of a kind love story. As much as I’d like to give away the details, I will not be a spoiler. It’s one of those books that is best that you read with not knowing much.

My favorite part of the story is the five greats game.. it is finding beauty in ordinary thins. And the only rule is gratitude. I thought I’d finish this review with a list of my personal “5 Greats” for today.

1. Life (of course, it is)

2. My little brother

3. Coffee

4. Cool Weather

5. Law of Moses

PROLOGUE

*The Law of Moses by Amy Harmon

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.

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