Living life a second time, latching onto opportunities, skirting pitfalls, and avoiding hurting people. Of course, you get only one chance.

That's where confession may come into the picture-not the whispered profession conducted in a shadowy cubicle in a church, but a full-throated declaration of what you did during your years on Earth, what was joyful, rewarding, and admirable, and what you did that damaged yourself and others; what provides you with a sense of peace and fulfillment and what hovers over you at night, as you stare at the ceiling of your darkened room, hoping for a few hours of unconsciousness. The Last Confession of Sullivan Moore tells that story, the tale of a once-acclaimed writer-turned recluse who, in the last year of his life, reveals the mistakes and missteps he has taken over the course of decades.

However, the book is more than a recitation of the great man's successes and failures, noble deeds and reprehensible acts, times when he rose to great heights and occasions when he fell into the trough of despair. It is also a story within a story, that of the narrator, who, during the course of his time with Sullivan Moore, begins to see parallels to his own life and attempts to determine how to live in a better way, one that does not involve hurting others.

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