The Friday 56 – My Sister, the Serial Killer

The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted over at Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple and go something like this.

1.  Grab a book, any book.
2.  Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
3.  Find any sentence, (or a few, just don’t spoil it)
4.  Post it.
5.  Add the post url, not your blog url to the Linky.
6. Tweet it #Friday56 (not an official Freda’s Voice rule)

The past couple of months I’ve been reading a lot, but have yet to really finish anything; which is the main reason I don’t read more than one book at a time.

Having said thatfor the month of February I did what I vowed to neverd do it again, which was come up with a TBR. It’s Black History Month here in the U.S. and I came up with a list of books I wanted to read for the month. One of them being this week’s Friday 56, My Sister, the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite.

I’m really enjoying it thus far. Not loving it, but really enjoying it. Personally, I think both sisters are bat crap crazy, but. . . And, OMG isn’t that cover killer (pun slightly intended).

Secondary school can be cruel. The boys would write lists of those who had a figure eight — like a Coca-Cola botle — and those who had a figure one — like a stick. The would draw pictures of girls and exaggerate their best or worst features and tak them on the school notice board for the world to see — at least until the teacheers took the pictures down, tearing them from the pins, an act that left a little shred of paper stuck like a taunt.

When they drew me, it was with lips that could belong to a gorilla and eyes that seemed to push every other feature out of the way. I told myself boys were immature and dumb, so it didn’t matter that they didn’t want me. . .

I was fooling no one.

Two years in . I was hardened and ready to protect my sister, who I was sure would receive the same treatment that I had.

Rumor has it that she was asked out on her first day, by a boy in SS2. It was unprecedented. Boys in the senior classes didn’t notice juniors, and when they did, they rarely tried to make it official. She said no. But I received the message lound and clear.

My Sister , the Serial Killer by Oyinkan Braithwaite pgs. 55-56