Speaking of things that are witty, scrappy, and female-fronted (or in this case, written by a woman), the other thing I recommend is Oyinkan Braithwaite’s novel My Sister, The Serial Killer. It’s strange, funny (I laughed out loud several times while reading it on the subway), and oddly touching. As a word of warning: the titular sister actually is a serial killer, so expect the corresponding amount of blood. If you’re into that kind of thing, My Sister, the Serial Killer is pretty much perfect, making for a read that’s quick but not insubstantial and wears its weirdness excellently.
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