Book 36: My Sister the Serial Killer

I had really high expectations for My Sister, the Serial Killer (2018) by Oyinkan Braithwaite. It was shortlisted for the Women’s Prize for fiction, it was lauded across the internet as morbidly hilarious and deep, the cover pronounced it as “darkly comic” and the premise had so. Much. Potential.
It fell flat on its face. The characters were 2D, poorly developed and I didn’t like a single one of them. The most interesting character was in a coma for most of the book. Nothing really happened in the story (which is a surprising way to feel considering that the plot included no less than 5 stabbings). I’m being a bit harsh, but only because I expected so much. The most redeeming part is that I love the relationship between the protagonist and the third deceased sister’s boyfriend. It’s a light read for summer, it’s short and interesting. It’s just not earth shattering. There were nuggets of truth and so many relatable moments; if perhaps I didn’t hear so much hype about the book I may have enjoyed it more. I also have may have unfairly compared it to the other book club Reads we had this year which were all so much more powerful. We had lots of different opinions in the meeting yesterday.

Love is only for the beautiful

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