"You've got to stand for something or you'll fall for anything."
You've heard that statement before, right? I'm pretty sure it was the title of a country song I used to like. For me, in my writing, it's kind of my mantra. I don't write religious books, I write romance novels. But some people have accused me of doing both, mistaking spirituality for religion. And I suppose if you compared my books to many of the top-selling romance novels, it might seem that way. But spreading religion has never been my motivation. My motivation isn't conversion or preaching or anything like it. I don't care what religion people profess to be. I don't care what you believe or who you love or how you worship. That's not what I'm about. Honestly, I just love romance so that's what I write. But I decided when I started self-publishing that I could only be me. If I wasn't me, I would fail. And whips and chains just aren't me.
I decided I wasn't going to try to compete for the most salacious sex scene in my novels because I knew it was a losing proposition. Writers who resort to sex to sell books have to continually up the ante. They have to get more specific, more crass, more crude, more, ahem, creative, in order to stand out. Sex sells, but it's a hungry animal, and it constantly needs to be fed. Don't get me wrong. I'm not anti-sex in romance novels. I'm not. I enjoy a well-written love scene. But it's not enough for me. I want something more. I want something that stays with me when the thrill is gone. That's why I write the way I write.
I worry sometimes that there is no place in the romance world for a writer like me. But then I get a message from a grateful reader or I sell 100,000 copies of a book like Making Faces, which is now being published in seven countries, and I become convinced that there is a huge segment of the population desperate to be emotionally fed, even spiritually fed. While so many romance novels feed the physical beast, I really wanted to write romance novels that spoke to the soul or to the sense of self, to the part of us that gets quieter as we grow older, that withdraws as we continually ignore the yearning for something soft, something sweet, something uplifting. We all try to fill the cracks in our lives with empty treats that leave us unsatisfied when what our souls need is SOUL food. For me, love stories, stories filled with good people and good things, with heartbreak and perseverance, with overcoming and sacrifice, are soul food. I won't ever shove spirituality down your throats, but I might invite you to take a bite. And you might find that a different kind of romance is delicious and satisfies you in a way whips and chains never could.
And that's my stand.
“I loved you then, Georgia. And I love you still.”
*I received a copy in exchange for an honest review.*
Forrest Gump once quoted his Mama when he said, "Life was like a box of chocolates. You never know what you're gonna get." And the same can be said for Amy Harmon’s books. I never know what kind of journey Amy is going to take me on, but I do know, they will always be enjoyable and worthwhile.
The Law of Moses doesn’t fit into a neat little box, and it shouldn’t. If you love beautiful writing, endearing characters and a wonderful mystery then this book is for you. The Law of Moses lured me in; it started off as a gentle walk, introducing me to Georgia and Moses. Moses was the kid with a past who didn’t like company or himself and Georgia was the fearless tomboy who called things as she seen them.
The storyline broke into a trot and things began to change, Moses couldn’t control whom he was and Georgia couldn’t tame him like she thought. She wanted the boy, she loved him, she even knew her love was returned but Moses pushed her away and from that day on both their lives changed.
Moses and Georgia were forever bound, even if they didn’t know it and when Moses came back to town that’s when the speed kicked up into a full-blown gallop. So much so, I could feel my anxiety rising as the percentage of the story increased and with the mystery unresolved my worry was at an all time high.
The Law of Moses surprised me, even though it shouldn’t have. I know Amy Harmon doesn’t write inside the box, much like Moses she paints beautifully outside the lines and this book was no different but it was much more than an Amy Harmon romance, there was an added dimension that I personally loved and a mystery I never expected. I think it is a true talent to write a story that spans years, yet can make the reader feel like no time has passed at all.
Relationships and characters are what bind me to a story and I loved each and every one in The Law of Moses. Moses found the acceptance he needed in Gigi, he found someone to love him in Georgia, he found the friend he needed in Tag and most importantly he found what he didn’t even know he was missing in Eli. And the relationships Georgia had formed were just the same, including her parents. They feared Moses, not for the reasons everyone else did, but for their daughter and her fragile heart. Each and every interaction held importance in this story and it was personified beautifully. The scenes with Moses and Georgia near the end were heart warming; I had tears in my eyes and a huge smile on my face.
My review is vague and it has to be that way, any more and the story would be spoiled. Go into this book with an open mind, an open heart and just enjoy every page. I know I did.
And just to finish; my #5Greats today are, Christmas songs, cat snuggles, books that make you feel, salt and vinegar snacks and The Law of Moses.
“I’m a very ordinary girl, Moses. I know that I am. And I always will be… But if you think ordinary can be beautiful, that gives me hope. And maybe sometime you’ll think about me when you need an escape from the hurt in your head.”
“My brain might be cracked, but it’s not just my brain. The sky is cracked too, and I can sometimes see what’s on the other side.”
“And Lucky is just like you!” I said. Moses just stared at me blandly, but I could tell he was enjoying himself. “Because he’s black?”
“No, stupid. Because he’s in love with me, and he tries to pretend every day like he doesn’t want to have anything to do with me.”
“She won’t let you break her again. So you have to take her. Don’t wait for her to say please. ‘Cause it won’t happen.”
“We’re not talking about a horse, Tag.”
“The hell we aren’t. That’s her language, Mo. So you better learn it.”
“Thou shall paint. Thou shall leave and never look back. Thou shall not love… “Those were my laws”… “And then came you. You and Gi. And I started thinking about a breaking a law or two.”… “In the end, Georgia, I only broke one. I loved.”
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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