My Sister, the Serial Killer - Oyinkan Braithwaite

This is a bad book. "My Sister, the Serial Killer" is a pretentious, with delusions of grandeur, story, one of those that talk about powerful female characters, powerful being synonym with selfish and violent.

The story is a simple, very simplistic one: we have a nurse (the ugly one) in love with a doctor (the handsome one, with a ripped body... I mean, the good one), the nurse also having a sister (a very pretty one).

I don't need to add anything else. You can already know were everything is going. The only 'twist' here is that the pretty sister has killed a couple of men with whom she had had an affair. So, you know, a serial killer, a twist that isn't so interesting anyway, and with which Braithwaite doesn't seem to know what to do. It all ends up with our 'heroine' talking for almost two hundred pages about looks, looks, and looks (blergh), and all characters being so shallow and selfish and all plot twists so obvious it won't hold your attention for long. Lame.

This could had been a very funny novel, all sarcasm and irony. As it is, it is a bore.

The best: hmmm... you can read it in one day?

The worst: shallow; so much talk about looks; repetitive; selfish and violent behavior that doesn't make much sense

3/10

(English)