Listening length: 4 hours, 30 minutes

A short, darkly funny hand grenade of a novel about a Nigerian woman whose younger sister has a very inconvenient habit of killing her boyfriends.

"Femi makes three, you know. Three and they label you a serial killer."

Korede is bitter. How could she not be? Her sister, Ayoola, is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. And now Ayoola's third boyfriend in a row is dead.

Korede's practicality is the sisters' saving grace. She knows the best solutions for cleaning blood, the trunk of her car is big enough for a body, and she keeps Ayoola from posting pictures of her dinner to Instagram when she should be mourning her "missing" boyfriend. Not that she gets any credit.

Korede has long been in love with a kind, handsome doctor at the hospital where she works. She dreams of the day when he will realize she's exactly what he needs. But when he asks Korede for Ayoola's phone number, she must reckon with what her sister has become and how far she's willing to go to protect her.

Sharp as nails and full of deadpan wit, Oyinkan Braithwaite's deliciously deadly debut is as fun as it is frightening.

Quando una sera Korede riceve una telefonata della sorella sa già, purtroppo, cosa Ayoola si aspetta da lei: candeggina, guanti di gomma, nervi d’acciaio e stomaco forte. Questo è il terzo fidanzato che Ayoola uccide per autodifesa – dice lei – e la terza scena del crimine che le chiede di pulire. Korede dovrebbe andare dalla polizia ma vuole troppo bene alla sorellina, e la famiglia viene prima di tutto. Almeno finché Ayoola, la figlia prediletta e bellissima di cui tutti si innamorano, non inizia a frequentare il dottore con il quale Korede lavora e di cui è innamorata. Costretta a scegliere tra la complicità e l’amore, Korede dovrà ora decidere fino a che punto è disposta a spingersi per proteggere sua sorella. Affilato, ironico, sfrontato, questo romanzo d’esordio acclamato dalla critica lancia Oyinkan Braithwaite come una delle voci più promettenti della letteratura nigeriana.

Em Minha Irmã, a Serial Killer (My Sister, the Serial Killer), a nigeriana Oyinkan Braithwaite conta uma história ao mesmo tempo bem-humorada e assustadora sobre duas irmãs com temperamentos e atitudes bem diferentes uma da outra: Korede e Ayoola.

Korede é amargurada, mas pragmática. Sua irmã mais nova, Ayoola, é a filha favorita, a mais bonita, e, possivelmente, com sérios distúrbios comportamentais. Seus três últimos namorados aparecem mortos. As duas irmãs desempenham papéis inusitados nessa trama de suspense e relações emocionais complexas.

Oyn conduz com maestria literária esse thriller psicológico que surpreende e encanta o leitor a cada página. Conta uma história cheia de suspense e mistério, com humor peculiar e ácido, sem deixar de lado a complexidade da mente de uma sociopata.

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...

My Sister, the Serial Killer is a blackly comic novel about how blood is thicker - and more difficult to get out of the carpet - than water...

ONE OF TIME MAGAZINE'S 100 BEST MYSTERY AND THRILLER BOOKS OF ALL TIME • BOOKER PRIZE NOMINEE • “A taut and darkly funny contemporary noir that moves at lightning speed, it’s the wittiest and most fun murder party you’ve ever been invited to.” —MARIE CLAIRE

Korede’s sister Ayoola is many things: the favorite child, the beautiful one, possibly sociopathic. And now Ayoola’s third boyfriend in a row is dead, stabbed through the heart with Ayoola’s knife.

Korede’s practicality is the sisters’ saving grace. She knows the best solutions for cleaning blood (bleach, bleach, and more bleach), the best way to move a body (wrap it in sheets like a mummy), and she keeps Ayoola from posting pictures to Instagram when she should be mourning her “missing” boyfriend. Not that she gets any credit.

Korede has long been in love with a kind, handsome doctor at the hospital where she works. She dreams of the day when he will realize that she’s exactly what he needs. But when he asks Korede for Ayoola’s phone number, she must reckon with what her sister has become and how far she’s willing to go to protect her.

When his girlfriend throws him out during the pandemic, Bambi has to go to his Uncle's house in lock-down Lagos. He arrives during a blackout, and is surprised to find his Aunty Bidemi sitting in a candlelit room with another woman. They both claim to be the mother of the baby boy, fast asleep in his crib.

At night Bambi is kept awake by the baby's cries, and during the days he is disturbed by a cockerel that stalks the garden. There is sand in the rice. A blood stain appears on the wall. Someone scores tribal markings into the baby's cheeks. Who is lying and who is telling the truth?