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.
**** My 3 Star Review ****
I am at a loss of words with this story. While it was a good book, I didn't find it to be a great book. People have been gushing over this story for some time now. I finally got around to having the time to read it, and I was a bit disappointed... Not in the book but in the hype that surrounded it. Maybe it's just me. Maybe I have been reading such intense and darker reads lately that this book fell a little flat for me.
I absolutely adored Moses. He was such an intense character with so many layers. He was simple, yet complex. He was sweet, yet went out of his way to be a jerk. He was real and raw. He truly made the book. He was the book. Moses. Moses. Moses.
Moses could see dead people. Yes, you read that. Dead people. It plagued him daily. He never understood it. It created a rage and need within in him that he could not control nor understand. His actions were always a result of the inner turmoil he went through. They weren't always welcomed, therefore he was highly misunderstood. He didn't have a chance in a real life from the day he was born. And his life truly was anything but ordinary. Falling for such a small town girl was not in the cards for him. It was against the "law", but he did. Then he hurt her like no other could...
I wasn't a Georgia fan. She was so immature and needy. I just couldn't identify with her. Although I felt for her. She truly tried to get Moses to open up to her. To be her friend. To see what she saw in him. She was just too much of a child pretending to be mature. I can't say that I wanted Moses to embrace her, because at times I didn't. I wanted him to turn, walk away and never look back. But we all know that is not how the story ever goes.
The coming together of these two characters is a low and torturous road. It is painful and real. I can see where many say how gripping the story is. As a whole, it really is. But going from chapter to chapter, I expected to feel more emotion. Be more connected to the book. I felt a twinge of disconnect in many places. I guess that is why I found it to be just a good book.
Then when I finally got to the end, I was a little disappointed. It's one of those endings where the entire book builds up to it, but yet it doesn't flow with the rest of the story. It's just there. It happens. It's over. Just like that. I felt a little cheated. The rest of the book was written with so much passion and then the ending was just there.