Trouble the Saints by Alaya Dawn Johnson, 352 pages
Phyllis was born and raised in Harlem, but as an adult, she uses her preternatural knife abilities to survive as a hitwoman for white nightclub owner (and mob boss) Victor. When she learns that not all of the people she's killed are as bad as she was told, she decides to take matters into her own hands and kill Victor instead. However, there are complications, in the form of Phyllis' ex Dev, her dancing friend Tamara, and Victor's head enforcer, Walter.
I don't know what I was expecting from this book, but it wasn't this. It's alternate history 1940s, definitely, and the racial tension and powers were well-written. But the structure of the book (it's Phyllis' point of view for the first third, then Dev's, and finally, Tamara's) was jarring, and I just didn't care about the characters enough to get sucked into the story. Really, Tamara was the most interesting of the them, and we didn't get to her POV until the end. Meh.
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