Review: The Song of David by Amy Harmon

My Thoughts

Beautifully written and deeply moving.
A story about hope, love and fighting for what matters most.

4stars

Synopsis

the song of davidShe said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played.

I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood.

For me, heaven was the octagon.

Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?

If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.

My Review

Amy Harmon grips us once again with a beautifully written story of courage and love… about fighting for what’s most important. In The Law of Moses, we met David “Tag” Taggert—the man who had lost his sister and carried the weight of that guilt. The man who tried hard to die, but never seemed to get there. The man who begged Moses to save him from himself. Now, Tag has built an empire with a string of successful businesses, finding his slice of heaven in the octagon… adrenaline coursing, heart pounding, fists flying.

But his life takes un an unexpected turn when he meets Millie and her brother, Henry. Gradually they each make their way into his heart. They teach him things. Make him see the world, and his life, through a different lens.

I fell in love with Millie and Henry. They were two people who didn’t quite fit, didn’t see the world like everyone else, but in some ways, were all the better for it, despite their hardships. Tag was forever changed because of them.

What we also experience quite deeply is Moses’ perspective to what transpires in the story. I almost saw this as an extension of Moses’ book. But as much as I love Moses as a character, I wanted to experience more of Tag directly. Without spoiling too much, Amy devises a unique format in which the story unravels, but it also in some ways hindered my own connection to Tag. The story was irrevocably evocative, but for some reason, I didn’t quite feel the same level of intense connection that I felt with some of Harmon’s other protagonists.

The story also layers a couple more surprise elements, adding richness and depth, but I don’t want to spoil anything for you.

Was it a beautiful story? Yes. Was it moving? Absolutely. Was it unique? Always. Amy Harmon is remarkably talented at painting a story in a way that is gripping and beautiful and singularly her. I think this will be a story so many will fall in love with, as they have with each of Amy’s novels.

Reading Order

The Song of David can be read as a standalone novel,
but best enjoyed after reading The Law of Moses.

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Every Amy Harmon novel I’ve read has OWNED me. The poetry of her writing, the honesty and power of her story’s messages, the unforgettably broken and beautiful characters… they all blend together to deliver something remarkable and singularly Amy. The Song of David is no different. It will move you and grip you from the very beginning. Specifically, this is David ‘Tag’ Taggert’s book, a character we met in The Law of Moses, but whose story really unravels in this latest release, out this Saturday, June 13th.

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Synopsis

the song of davidShe said I was like a song. Her favorite song. A song isn’t something you can see. It’s something you feel, something you move to, something that disappears after the last note is played.

I won my first fight when I was eleven years old, and I’ve been throwing punches ever since. Fighting is the purest, truest, most elemental thing there is. Some people describe heaven as a sea of unending white. Where choirs sing and loved ones await. But for me, heaven was something else. It sounded like the bell at the beginning of a round, it tasted like adrenaline, it burned like sweat in my eyes and fire in my belly. It looked like the blur of screaming crowds and an opponent who wanted my blood.

For me, heaven was the octagon.

Until I met Millie, and heaven became something different. I became something different. I knew I loved her when I watched her stand perfectly still in the middle of a crowded room, people swarming, buzzing, slipping around her, her straight dancer’s posture unyielding, her chin high, her hands loose at her sides. No one seemed to see her at all, except for the few who squeezed past her, tossing exasperated looks at her unsmiling face. When they realized she wasn’t normal, they hurried away. Why was it that no one saw her, yet she was the first thing I saw?

If heaven was the octagon, then she was my angel at the center of it all, the girl with the power to take me down and lift me up again. The girl I wanted to fight for, the girl I wanted to claim. The girl who taught me that sometimes the biggest heroes go unsung and the most important battles are the ones we don’t think we can win.

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Review: The Law of Moses by Amy Harmon

My Thoughts

Hauntingly beautiful and evocative. 
A stunning work of art that grips
you with its power, its truth, and its heart.

5stars

Synopsis

Nov-27

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 Review

“This is a story of love with no end… though it took me a while to get there.”

A work of art. That’s what Amy Harmon’s latest story is. A stunning, lyrical, poignant masterpiece whose tendrils of hope and love tangled with despair and heartbreak. Her words gripped me with a story of second chances… of cracked minds and broken hearts, of misunderstood brilliance and indomitable desire, of danger and comfort… and most of all, of love… before and after.

“She was a wild card. She was a small town girl with a simple way of speaking, and thinking, a frank way of being that turned me on and turned me off at the same time. I wanted to run from her. But at the same time, I spent all my time thinking about her.”

At seventeen, Georgia Shephard was a free spirit. A girl who loved her horses and lived her life in a small town, simply and with vigor. A girl who had known Moses Wright since was young. She’d known the broken boy, the “crack baby,” who had lived in infamy. She had watched him from afar. But one summer when that boy spent some time at their farm in Levan, Utah, her fascination for him grew.

They were as different as two people could be. Moses was a tortured soul who let no one in, who didn’t talk if it wasn’t critical, who found solace in solitude, torment in his thoughts, release through the swish and swirl of frenetic, but brilliant brush strokes. Georgia was a spitfire, a girl whose freedom thrived on the back of a horse, who spoke plainly and directly, who flirted with danger and skated along the ridges of recklessness. When she met Moses, she was hungry for something… someone… and Moses was an alluring unknown. He was an enigma that both scared her and fascinated her, and like a moth to a flame, she couldn’t stay away.

“No one had ever wanted me, starting from the day I was born. But Georgia had wanted me. And because she had wanted me when no one else did, I had immediately been suspicious. I had immediately distrusted her. And I had always held it against her.”

Slowly, but surely, the more time they spend together, the more Georgia fell for Moses. She wanted to understand him. She wanted him to let her in. But Moses pushed and pushed. He pushed her away. Warned her away. She couldn’t know the anguish that churned beneath his cracks. The visions that haunted him. But I love that Georgia continued to force the issue. That she saw past the dueling feelings that battled within Moses. He needed her with him as badly as he needed her to leave him alone. As teenagers, their relationship was complicated and charged. It was chaos at the brink of being unleashed.

“Thou shall paint. Thou shall leave and never look back. Thou shall not love.”

And one day the chaos was set free as the boy who was born unwanted and abandoned lost the one person who cared for him, and pushed away the other person who had wanted him. Loved him, even. Georgia’s heart was shattered and things were set in motion that would forever alter both of their lives. And that chaos Moses left in his wake was the very reason he had laws he did not break.

“But there are laws. There are rules. Laws of nature and laws of life. Laws of love and laws of death. And when you break them, there are consequences. And Moses and I, like a stream of fateful lovers who had gone before us and who would come after us, were subject to those laws, whether we kept them or not.”

Distance and time and unexpected pain separate these two people, these two opposites, two lovers who loved and lost so much. This is a story with tremendous richness and depth, with beauty and truth lacing every word that graces the page. As with all of Amy’s books, there’s a deeper message woven in, making the reading experience all the more special and personal. This story is one of acceptance of those whom are different, of seeing the beauty of those differences and of never giving up when you heart feels something true and real. It’s a story of love and loss, of forgiveness and new beginnings. Amy Harmon’s storytelling brilliance knows no bounds, as evidenced by each novel she shares with us. I love her tormented male characters, who seem strong and fragile at the same time, who feel so real and flawed, that they are uniquely beautiful and unforgettable. This is a story that moved me to tears, that struck me with its emotional gravity, and that is undeniably one of my favorites this year. It’s simply a book that should not be missed.

“It was a great story, after all.

A story of before and after, of new beginning and never-endings. A story flawed and fractured, crazy and cracked, and most of all, a love story.”

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About The Author

amy harmonAmy 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 six novels, Running Barefoot, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue, Making Faces and now, Infinity + One.

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Synopsis

Nov-27

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.

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Excerpt

“When I was younger I was scared a lot. When I would visit Gi, she would try to tell me stories to calm me down. Bible stories. She even told me about a baby named Moses. A baby found in a basket just like me. That’s how I got my name, you know.”

Georgia nodded. She knew. Everybody did.

“Gigi would tell me the stories to fill my head with better things. But it wasn’t until she started showing me artwork that things started to change. She had a book with religious art in it. Someone had donated it to the church and Gi brought it home so that nobody at church would see all those paintings of naked white people and get offended. She colored all the naked parts in with a black Sharpie.”

Georgia laughed and I felt the air lodge in my throat. Her laugh was throaty and soft, and it made my heart swell like a balloon in my chest, fuller and fuller until I had to sneak breaths around its increased size.

“So you liked the pictures?” Georgia prodded after I stayed frozen and silent too long.

“Yes.”

Georgia laughed again.

“Not the naked people.” I felt ridiculous and actually felt my face get hot. “I liked the beauty. The color. The anguish.”

“The anguish?” Georgie’s voice rose in question.

“It was an anguish that had nothing to do with me. An anguish everyone could see. Not just me. And I wasn’t expected to make it all go away.”

Georgie’s gaze touched on my face like a whisper and drifted away almost immediately, drawn to my tracing fingers.

“Have you ever seen the face of the Pieta?” I wanted her eyes on me again and I got what I wanted.

“What’s the Pieta?” she asked.

“It’s a sculpture by Michelangelo. A sculpture of Mary holding Jesus. Her son. After he died,” I paused, wondering why I was telling her this. I seriously doubted she cared. But I found myself continuing anyway.

“Her face, Mary’s face…it’s so beautiful. So peaceful. I don’t like the rest of the sculpture as much. But Mary’s face is exquisite. When I can’t take the stuff in my head I think about her face. And I fill my mind with other things too. I think about the color and light of a Manet, the details of a Vermeer—Vermeer includes the tiniest things in his paintings, little cracks in the walls, a stain on a collar, a single nail, and there is such beauty in those little things, in the perfect ordinariness of them. I think about those things and I push out the images I can’t control, the things I don’t want to see, but am forced to see…all the time.” I stopped talking. I was almost panting. My mouth felt strange, numb, like I’d surpassed my daily word limit and my lips and tongue were weak from overuse. I didn’t remember the last time I’d talked so much all at once.

“The perfect ordinariness…” Georgia breathed, and she lifted her hand and followed the wet path my finger made, as if she too could paint. Then she looked at me solemnly.

“I’m a very ordinary girl, Moses. I know that I am. And I always will be. I can’t paint. I don’t know who Vermeer is, or Manet for that matter. 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.”

Her brown eyes looked black in the shadowed light, the same color as the water we were immersed in, and I reached blindly for something to hold onto, something to keep me from falling into them. Georgia’s right hand was still pressed to the wall beside mine, and I found myself tracing her fingers, like a child traces their hand with a crayon, up and down and around until I paused at the base of her thumb. And then I continued on, letting my fingers dance up her arm, feather light, until I reached her shoulder. I traced the fine bones at her collar as my fingers glided to the opposite side and back down her other arm. When I found her fingers, I slid mine in-between, interlocking them tightly. I waited for her to lean in, to press her mouth to mine, to lead, as she was prone to do. But she stayed still, holding my hand beneath the surface of the water, watching me. And I gave in. Anxiously.

Her lips were wet and cool against mine, and I imagine mine felt the same. But the heat inside her mouth welcomed me like a warm embrace, and I sank into the softness with a sigh that would have embarrassed me had she not matched it with one of her own.

About The Author

amy harmonAmy 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 six novels, Running Barefoot, Slow Dance in Purgatory, Prom Night in Purgatory, the New York Times Bestseller, A Different Blue, Making Faces and now, Infinity + One.

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