My Sister, the Serial Killer
By: Okiyan Braithwaite
Format/Source: Paperback; my purchase
My Sister, the Serial Killer is a blackly comic novel about how blood is thicker – and more difficult to get out of the carpet – than water…
When Korede’s dinner is interrupted one night by a distress call from her sister, Ayoola, she knows what’s expected of her: bleach, rubber gloves, nerves of steel and a strong stomach. This’ll be the third boyfriend Ayoola’s dispatched in, quote, self-defence and the third mess that her lethal little sibling has left Korede to clear away. She should probably go to the police for the good of the menfolk of Nigeria, but she loves her sister and, as they say, family always comes first. Until, that is, Ayoola starts dating the doctor where Korede works as a nurse. Korede’s long been in love with him, and isn’t prepared to see him wind up with a knife in his back: but to save one would mean sacrificing the other…
I had started hearing and seeing this book around quite a bit over the later half of the summertime, hearing positive things about the book as well as the fact that the book is quite a quick read. I was in desperate need of some distraction at the time (that would be…early August when I read it) so I decided to pick up this book.