“My mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal part pirate.
“I have no father. There’s nothing unusual about that, even children who do have fathers are often surprised to see them. My own father came out of the sea and went back that way. He was crew on a fishing boat that harboured with us one night when the waves were crashing like dark glass. His splintered hull shored him for long enough to drop anchor inside my mother.
“Shoals of babies vied for life.
–Lighthousekeeping by Jeanette Winterson
Talk about a first sentence. That is the kind of first sentence you can really wrap your lips around. Fucking perfect.
I won’t say any more, as I’ve published a longer review on Lighthousekeeping today. But before you go tell me, does the first sentence ring in your ears like it rings in mine?