They say not to judge a book by its cover, but when it comes to My Sister, the Serial Killer, you definitely should. I mean, look at that cover!! The colours! The font! Lame joke alert: it’s a killer cover.
Korede, a Nigerian nurse, is always there for her younger sister, Ayoola. She’s like any good big sibling: she’s responsible, level headed and always there to help Ayoola dispose of the bodies of the men she’s killed. Ayoola is a beautiful black widow: she dates desirable men who fall easily for her beauty and charm. She’s vibrant and fun and a great girlfriend, until she ends up murdering her partner. We all have our flaws.
Korede dutifully helps her sister clean up these murders and seems to accept this lot in life, until Ayoola sets her sights on Tade, a handsome doctor at Korede’s work. Korede is in love with Tade and, as Korede’s luck would have it, Tade falls for the wrong sister. Now Korede is faced with a dilemma: should she reveal her sister’s dirty secret to save the man she loves?
Pairs well with: killer sarcasm, a social media cleanse, unrequited love.