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.
Part romance, part paranormal, The Law of Moses is one of those books that had a great start but slowly and eventually disintegrated as the story progresses. I’m a sucker for stories of people who didn’t have a very good luck in life, and Moses’ beginnings were exactly that. I like seeing them overcome all the obstacles that life threw their way, and grow into a different (better?) versions of themselves. Unfortunately, this book got too long for my taste.
baby in a basket
He was abandoned by his mother when he was an infant – in a basket, no less. So his upbringing pretty much consisted of being passed around to relatives and foster homes. Amidst all that, there was at least one constant figure in his life that he could call home – Gigi’s or his grandmother. And in that same neighborhood where she lives was Georgia.
Georgia has always held a strange fascination with Moses. But I don’t even know if you would call theirs a romance. It seemed one-sided from the very start. I’ve never been a fan of characters who treat another character horribly “for their own good”. It seems like a shitty excuse for treating them like crap. Ultimately, it’s one of the reasons that I was not a fan of Moses.
One of the things I don’t like in romance novels is when girls chase after boys. But in some ways, I understand why Georgia refused to give up on him. She’s got a big heart; genetically programmed to care for someone who’s had a rough life. Georgia is just inherently good. She eventually grew a spine, but only after she’s learned her lessons the hard way.
he sees dead people
Moses is an artist whose work is inspired by restless ghosts with unfinished business. He sees them, but they don’t talk to him. They send messages to their loved ones through Moses’ art. I quite liked reading this aspect of the story even though it kinda spoiled the second half of the story for me. In a way, it’s precognitive of the reason for his reappearance in Georgia’s life several years later. So, yeah. It was spoiler-y of sorts.
I listened to this in audio a week or so ago. Like I said, it started out good then the plot became sluggish and muddled. I felt like the crimes that had happened throughout the book were so sporadic that it didn’t make sense when it was eventually solved. It was like an addendum instead of being a part of a seamless story. The book went on too long as well. I grew bored midway and had to resist DNF’ing. I think there’s a lot of people who would enjoy this. The romance was good in some parts, but I didn’t like the characters.