I've just finished Chris Cleave's second novel The Other Hand and it is, without any doubt, the best thing I've read all year. It's told by a young Nigerian refugee and a female British journalist who first met each other on an African beach and meet again in Britain several years later. It is very funny, it is very shocking, it is exquisitely written, it is enormously powerful and by the time I finished it I was crying - and I mean properly crying, not just getting a bit red and tearful about the eyes. I was actually sobbing. I know that doesn't sound like much of a recommendation but it should show how overwhelming and beautiful this book is. It's not out until the beginning of August but if you see it, read it.