From the Publisher
"The Pearls of the Stone Man is an inspirational novel with plot elements that touch both older and younger generations. " - Nouveau Writer
"The Pearls of the Stone Man is a contemporary inspirational novel whose story speaks to both younger and older generations." - Linda Banche Romance Reviews
" I greatly enjoyed Joseph and Anne's story, as they continue laughing and loving, knowing that the end of their wonderful lifetime together is soon at hand. " - Thoughts from an evil OverLord
"The Pearls of the Stone Man is an inspirational novel with plot elements that touch both older and younger generations. Main characters Joseph and Anne Marino are rare. They're still in love after 53 years of marriage and with little time left, Joseph's priority becomes finishing the stone wall that Anne requested years ago a special reminder from her childhood.
" - Cheryl's Book Nook
"The Pearls of the Stone Man takes us beyond generations and our own stone walls to the very humanity that unites us all and shows us the incredible power of one couple's love to last beyound parting and forever change the lives of those they touched.
" - Books and Needlepoint
"The Pearls of the Stone Man was written in the town in which the book is set: Pine Mountain , California . The settings in the novel are real locations and Edward takes groups of readers there regularly.
" - The Cajun Book Lady
"THE PEARLS OF THE STONE MAN by Edward Mooney, Jr. is an uplifting book and one that tugs at its readers heartstrings.
" - A Journey of Books
" Mr. Mooney has succeeded in creating a story that is gentle, thought-provoking and complex." - Library of Clean Reads
"This novel moved me to tears (and I don't cry often). It is a moving tale of love, redemption, commitment and bonding. You have to read this one!
" - Grumpy Dan
Midwest Book Review
...a riveting and complex novel...poignant and highly recommended
Joseph and Anne Marino's idyllic 50-year marriage is rocked in this pedestrian inspirational tearjerker when Anne is diagnosed with a terminal heart condition. Joseph tries to make her last few months as comfortable as possible, but all Anne wants is for Joseph to finish the stone wall he's been promising to build and to make peace with their estranged son. In the process, they also take on wayward teen Shannon, who desperately needs a parental figure. Once Anne dies, Shannon tries to comfort Joseph, who continues to build the stone wall in Anne's memory. The reading experience is nothing short of excruciating: the characters are caricatures, their motivations are simplistic, and the plot is pat and uninteresting. If there's merit here, it's deeply hidden. (Mar.)
Read an Excerpt
Saturdays in spring brought a flood of humanity to Pine Mountain. Some travelers were returning to repair and reopen long-shuttered weekend cabins, and some came to witness the final gasps of snow on the slopes of that noble rock. Still others came to find their past. Perhaps, they thought, in the mysteries of long ago would the answers to today's questions be found.
It was on such a Saturday that a minivan with a small family rounded the many curves of a mountain highway called Mil Potrero. They came looking for a house from their past.
"Tim, I think we should stop for some drinks before we go up the hill," a pretty young woman advised the man driving. She wore her hair up, in braids.
"With the kids asleep, wouldn't it be better to just drive by, turn around and head back? We could get something to drink in Lake of the Woods, at the mini-mart," the driver responded. He was a handsome man, in a rugged way. It was obvious, from looking at his hands, that he earned his wages with some physical labor.
"But I'd like to stop and look..."
"Again? Look for what? Of all the times we've been up here you've never known what you're looking for!" Tim frowned.
"It meant something, Tim. He didn't just say it." Shannon looked out of the side window. She was angry. "I know it meant something."
"Look, I'll make a deal with you," Tim gestured with his right hand.
"Keep both hands on the wheel up here. You know how much I hate this road!" Shannon tensed further, her body molded into her seat.
"Come on hon, I've driven this road a thousand times. Hey...there're guardrails now!" Tim snickered as he teased.
"What's the deal?" Shannon said, momentarily over her fear of the curved road.
"I'll stop this time, but it's the last time. I just don't see the point. If you don't find whatever it is you think is there this time, then we'll do it my way from now on. Deal?"
Shannon looked back out the window at the passing trees. She knew she had been pursuing this strange passion for too long. Tim had been patient. Still, the idea of actually giving up left butterflies in her stomach. "Shannon? Well? Is it a deal?" Tim whispered the words as one of the children stirred in the back seat.
"You know I don't even know what I'm looking for," Shannon matched his whispered tone. "But I know he meant it-it's too important to walk away from."
"How long, Shannon? We've been coming up here for more than a decade. It's bugged me, too. But I think it's time to write this off as just one of those mysteries we can never solve. Let's just treasure the fond memories and let it go..." Tim trailed off. He bit his lower lip.
"I'll tell you what. If no one is there, then we'll turn around and never try this again," Shannon offered. Her stomach sank as she said the words, but she knew Tim was right. Sooner or later they would have to put this behind them. Maybe some answers weren't meant to be found.
"Okay, it's a deal then?" Tim extended his right hand.
"Both hands on the steering wheel!" Shannon urged.
"I'll take that to mean it's a deal."