My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite
Despite this books dark and disturbing storyline, it’s quite the hoot. I’m sure it isn’t meant to be but there you have it, it is.
The title says it all so I could easily just leave this review right here and say enthusiastically go grab a copy. But I will carry on….
Set in Nigera, this is the tale of two sisters Korede and Ayoola.
Ayoola is a serial killer. She knocks off boyfriend after boyfriend leaving the ever faithful, patient (and equally disturbed but in other ways) Korede to clean up the mess. And I mean that literally.
Korede receives a call one night during dinner and the inevitable has happened again. So she grabs her car keys – and bleach, buckets and garbage bags – and goes to save Ayoola and clean up the kill scene. It is an old, predictable pattern until Ayoola starts dating the one man she shouldn’t, the handsome doctor at the hospital where Korede is chief nurse (why she is handy in a bloodied crisis) and who Korede secretly loves.
Anyway, sister rivalry gets in the way of the serial killing and things get really crazy (which is saying a lot at this point). It’s not the most complicated of stories I grant you but being set in Nigeria it is not business as we know it and it is a window into a different world. And Braithwaite writes with a clever and brilliantly light touch keeping you turning page after page after page in quick succession.
I had a jolly old-time with this one, following Korede, hoping she would rise above it all and praying Ayoola would get her comeuppance. You’ll have to read it yourself to find out if that happens so pop it on your reading list. It is as I like to say, a goodie…
But that is just my 2 cents worth.