“Korede, I killed him.” Words that Korede never wanted to experience again, words she has experienced too many times now. Her younger sister, Ayoola, has an inconvenient habit of murdering her boyfriends, and it’s Korede’s job to clean up after her. After all, that’s what big sisters do – they protect their younger siblings from harm.

I remember when this book originally came out. People raved about it, but it didn’t really seem like my kind of book. Then when I went browsing in my library for the first time in over a year, I plucked it from the shelf and decided to give it a try. In the end, my reaction is twofold. First, the book was hilarious dark comedy, with much more serious undertones regarding child abuse and trauma. Second, I kinda wish I had someone (or a group) to discuss this one with, because I’m not sure I understand the point of it. Don’t get me wrong – I loved the book and definitely feel that it was making some very strong statements…I’m just not sure that I understood them. And I’d like to. This is one that I’m going to hold onto in my mind, and hopefully be able to discuss with a group someday.