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.
Emotional rollercoaster. Broken, Beautiful, cracked Moses. Just trying to live in a world no one can understand. The things that reside in his head are a swirl of visions and fireworks, color and fire.
No one can save him, and he's too young to understand what is happening in his mind until he meets the best friend that saves his mind and helps him become human. But his friend is not HER, and fate has a way of bringing you back to where you are needed the most.
An epic read for me, read until i fell asleep and woke up to read until finished (delaying Thanksgiving dinner). I couldn't walk away from them until i knew. Until I knew how the story ended, good or bad, I was compelled by Harmon's writing to finish. She has a way of pulling you into the story where you become submerged in the characters, you visualize the words. It becomes a dream in your head......