My Sister, The Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite

Oh.My.Goodness. This dark and odd book was one that I couldn’t put down and will not let me stop thinking about it!


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…

from Goodreads.

Bright green letters read “My sister the serial killer” in front of a beautiful black woman with round sunglasses.

I have read lots of books about women whose sisters are prettier. Those sisters compensate by being smarter or more successful. But what happens when the smarter and more successful sister keeps having to clean up after her gorgeous sister’s murders?

My sister should never commit murder and hope I can help her clean it up because I am just not that diligent a cleaner. For Korede though, cleaning is therapeutic. She has spent her adulthood cleaning and organizing in lieu of dealing with her childhood trauma. That little hobby comes in very handy when her sister’s go-to method of ending a relationship is to use a knife.

Most of the time I read books because I love the characters but I can honestly say that I was not attached to a single one of these people – even Korede. This book was driven by my utter curiosity with the motivation of people. Why was Ayoola murdering the boyfriends? Would the girls get caught? Would she murder again? I just had to know!

Many people have commented that this book is darkly funny. I didn’t catch much humor here but that didn’t stop me from loving it. In fact, how much I enjoyed this book is kind of odd. It doesn’t fit into any of my favorite genres. I didn’t love the characters (even though I found them fascinating). And, it wasn’t a fast paced action filled book either. And yet, I just cannot stop thinking about it. My brain keeps going around and around and stopping on the same question, “What would I do for family?”

Tell me, please? Where does one even learn how to clean up after a dead body? Is this a home ec class I missed?

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