Monday, December 1, 2014

Blog Tour: 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 its coming, and it will hurt. But youll 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 oclock 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 hed been broken at birth. I knew that wasnt 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 didnt 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.

5 Star Review by Allison East

Amy Harmon NEVER disappoints me- from Making Faces to Infinity Plus One, the range on this writer is absolutely amazing. That being said- Law of Moses will be on my top list of books this year- that is for sure.

"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."

I still wasn't prepared- and you won’t be either. This book was so good, I devoured it whole. I didn’t even take the time to highlight anything that is how voracious my appetite was for the words written. If I went back to highlight- I would only end up highlighted the majority of the book.

Moses Wright was left in a laundry basket outside of the Quick Wash in a small Utah town named Levan. He was wrapped in a blanket and almost dead. He was a crack baby, and his
mother abandoned him. Moses grows up, and around eighteen, moves in with his great grandmother, GiGi. He is now an artist, but it hurts when he paints. He paints these murals to quiet the voices inside his head.

Georgia Shepard is a cowgirl. She works on her parents' farm, and helps train the horses. She loves to barrel race. And she meets Moses and wants to be his friend- but then she
wants more. Moses advises Georgia to stay away from him, because everyone in his life that he loves; ends up leaving him. And he doesn't think he can bare it if Georgia leaves him too.

The blurb was right- "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."


This story was full of so many elements-intrigue, mystery, and heartbreak. The loving was wild and free and without abandon. It tells the story of the main characters as teenagers and then the story seven years later- and  how it continues. It is one of the most beautifully written and intriguing stories I have read this year.

I can't wait for more people to read this! I was on the edge of my seat through a lot of this book. I got the chills over and over again. I cried right along with the characters- and smiled when they felt joy. You will not be disappointed, trust me. This book is a phenomenal read. I don't want to give too much away, because you will have to read it yourself and uncover all of the secrets yourself.

It was when I sat up, shaking straw from my hair, that I saw Moses, just sitting in the far corner on a low stool my dad used for shoeing the horses. He was as far away from the horses as he could get, and thankfully, none of them seemed especially alarmed by his presence. But I was, just for a moment, and I let out a startled squawk.
He didn’t apologize or laugh or even make small talk at all. He just eyed me warily, as if watching me sleep was what I had summoned him for.
“What time is it?” I whispered, my voice scratchy and my heart heavy. He just made me feel so damn heavy.
“You just got home?”
“No. I went home. Showered. Went to bed.”
“You’re sleep walking, then?” I kept my voice light, soft.
“What do you want, Georgia? I kind of thought you were done with me.” Ah. There it was. A flash of anger. Quiet, brief. But there. And I reveled in it. My mom always said negative attention is better than no attention at all. She was usually talking about foster kids who acted out. But apparently it also applied to seventeen-year-old girls who were in love with boys who didn’t love them back. That thought made me angry.
“Do you love me, Moses?”
“No.” His response was immediate. Defiant. But he stood and walked toward me anyway. And I watched him come, my eyes roving over him hungrily, my heart a huge, needy knot in my chest.
I didn’t argue with him because I knew that’s what he was going to say. And I had already decided that I wouldn’t believe him.
He squatted down beside the square bales I’d turned into a love nest. But he said he didn’t love me. So maybe my bed needed a different name. I laid back down and pulled the blanket around my shoulders, suddenly chilled and incredibly tired. But he followed me, hovering above me, his arms braced on either side of my head as he watched me watch him. And then he closed the distance and kissed my mouth chastely. Once, twice. And then again, not so chastely, with more pressure and more intent.
I breathed deeply and wrapped my hands around his neck, bringing him into me. I soaked in his scent, the sharp tang of paint mixed with soap and the red striped candy mints his grandma kept in a bowl on the kitchen table.  And something else too. Something I had no name for, and it was that unknown part of him that I wanted most of all. I kissed him until I could taste it in my mouth and when that wasn’t enough, I pulled it through the palms of my hands and the brush of my skin against his as he moved his mouth to my neck and whispered in my ear.
 “I’m not sure what you want from me, Georgia. But if this is it, I’m willing.”

Amy Harmon knew at an early age that writing was something she wanted to do, and she divided her time between writing songs and stories as she grew. Having grown up in the middle of wheat fields without a television, with only her books and her siblings to entertain her, she developed a strong sense of what made a good story.

Amy Harmon has been a motivational speaker, a grade school teacher, a junior high teacher, a home school mom, and a member of the Grammy Award winning Saints Unified Voices Choir, directed by Gladys Knight. She released a Christian Blues CD in 2007 called What I Know also available on Amazon and wherever digital music is sold. She has written five novels, Running Barefoot, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue, Making Faces and most recently, Infinity + One. 

Her newest book, The Law of Moses releases November 27, 2014.


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  1. Great review! Thank you for participating in the Tour of Gratitude and for supporting The Law of Moses.


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