God, I feel like I waited too long to write this review but I had to step away from this book for a second before I could accurately put my thoughts into words. Amy Harmon just... wow, she knocked me on my booty with this one. Phenomenal!

My five greats right now...

1. Amy Harmon's writing style.
2. Amy Harmon's genius mind.
3. Moses' beautiful eyes.
4. Amy Harmon's kick butt characters.
5. AMY FREAKING HARMON.

Seriously, this book is so wonderful and emotionally charged. I thought Amy had me with Making Faces but Moses blew that book out of the water for me and THAT is saying something. The beautiful thing about this book was that it wasn't perfect, it wasn't always amazing, and it hurt like hell in enough places to make my eyes wet a few different times. But that's the thing - Amy Harmon makes you feel. She makes you think.

* SPOILER ALERT * I'm a believer in mediums, having had a reading several times before, so this book was especially close to my heart. I plan on writing the medium story in my brain before long, and I loved seeing how Amy did it. Moses sees things that not everyone else does, but he's not afraid of it - he finds the beauty in it. He paints it. But, he does get himself into a lot of trouble along the way. ;)

And Georgia? Wow, what a spit fire! She was the perfect woman to kick Moses' butt into gear and get him to open up his eyes (and heart). Also, that prologue about having to let you know that someone didn't get to keep "him"? Yeah.... get the tissues ready when you realize what that is all about.

I loved the little moments in this book. The barn, their first time, the water well... all of it. Amy Harmon just blew me away. Fantastic job and I wish I had more stars to give. Thank you!

Some of my favorite lines:

Whatever it was, when Moses came to Levan, he was like water - cold, deep, unpredictable, and, like the pond up the canyon, dangerous, because you could never see what was beneath the surface. And just like I'd done all my life, I jumped in head first, even though I'd been forbidden. But this time, I drowned.

The problem was, I liked kissing her. I liked the way her hair felt in my hands and the way her body felt when she crowded me and got in my space, demanding attention and getting it, every damn time.

Crazy is subjective. You can be crazy with grief and not crazy at all.

Edgar Allen Poe said many beautiful things - and many disturbing things - but they often go together, you know.

But her mouth filled my mind with color. Just like it always had. Pink. her kiss was pink. Soft, sunset pink, streaked with gold.