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…
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…
This is a very fast read. The book itself isn’t long and the chapters are short and snappy. Some are only a sentence or two long, so you can clip along at a good pace and finish the book quickly. And I think it is a book that is best read quickly to maintain the flow.
I really enjoyed this dark and humorous story. Korede is at her wits end trying to figure out what to do about her little sister’s murderous inclinations since Korede is the one who inevitably ends up having to literally clean up the mess. Korede and Ayoola are well written. I think we’ve all met (minus the murders) someone like Ayoola who glides through life thanks to nature having bestowed upon them looks and charisma, and people like Korede who have been less blessed and for who life insists everything is worked for and earned. I thought the book was a great character study of both girls, and the roles and expectations placed on them, and also the other people in their lives. I especially liked the personal politics of the hospital where Korede works, and her changing relationships with her colleagues.
A fast, fun read.