Anyone who knows me is aware that I’m not a sports fan. In fact, other than equestrian sports, in which I joyously participated for two decades, I have no interest in any sport whatsoever. So, when I heard terrific buzz going around about a book named Diamond Ruby and found out it was about baseball, I knew I wouldn’t read it.
But, because I had heard that the author is a genuinely nice (and talented) man and I wanted to be supportive, I bought two copies of Diamond Ruby (one for myself and one for my baseball-lovin’ brother). I figured I’d put my copy on the shelf and that would be the end of it. But one night I decided to at least read a chapter or two, and, as the saying goes, the rest is history.
Diamond Ruby by Joseph Wallace is a wonderful story that’s very well told.
Ruby stole my heart—a bright and talented and sympathetic character, she beat the odds, and she beat them on a multitude of levels. Set against the backdrop of 1920s New York, this novel is rich in history, it is also human and heartfelt and uplifting. I’m particularly fond of stories where triumph rises from the ruins of adversity, and Diamond Ruby is just that. And more. Oh, so much more.
Bravo, Mr. Wallace! You gave me hours of true reading enjoyment. Before putting your novel back on my bookshelf, I’m going to keep it on the chest in my writing library for a few weeks to remind myself how important it is for me to crack open a book I otherwise might pass by.