“ Most days I wish I was a British pound coin instead of an African girl. Everyone would be please to see me coming. Maybe I would visit with you for the weekend and then suddenly, because I am fickle like that, I would visit with the man from the corner shop instead- but you would not be sad because you would be eating a cinnamon bun or drinking a cold Coca-Cola from the can, and you would never think of me again. We would be happy, like lovers who met on holiday and forgot each other’s names.
The opening lines of Little Bee by Chris Cleave, and the most clever opening of a book I think I’ve ever read
