A review by dani_reviews
Drive Me Crazy by Tracy Wolff

4.0

Rating: 3.5 stars

Drive Me Crazy started out a bit strange for me, but it quickly picked up after a few chapters. Before I get started, a few trigger warnings to mention: there is past child abuse, physical fighting and cheating in this one.

At first, the interactions between Quinn and Elise felt awkward and forced, with the words claiming an intimacy and sizzle that didn't come off the page. The author jumped right in and said that there should be something there, but we hadn't had enough time to first get to know the characters. BUT THEN. It quickly escalated.

The whole book takes place over several days, really, so it did seem a bit like insta-love, though this was tempered by the knowledge that, even though the two hadn't seen each other for a decade, back in their teens, they had years of messing with each other – and then messing around with each other – before they dramatically split.

So the fact that it doesn't take at all long for things to get heated wasn't that shocking. Only a little bit. Especially once Quinn and Elise started up with the pranks, trying to one-up each other each day. And they were hilarious. The Twinkies! Genius! But then they got a bit saucier...and saucier... and then the two of them were lost. Goners. They had it bad.

Or should I say good? I could definitely feel the chemistry with this one. Wowza. It was hot hot hot. I would warn potential readers, though, that it is pretty graphic, with talk of fingers going places, and it has the cliches of endless Os and instant erections that a small part of me can't help but roll my eyes at. Plus, apparently women's nipples instantly get hard with just the smallest amount of excitement. Whodathunkit??? So while I did enjoy the steam rising off my Kindle, I had to raise my eyebrow a few times.

One other thing that made me hmmmm while reading was that Elise lost everything at the beginning of the book. In the space of a year, her father had died (though their relationship was rocky), her fiancé had broken things off, and now suddenly she'd lost her best and only friend and damaged her hand so badly her career as a classical concert pianist was ruined. And she didn't fall apart nearly enough for me. Because who cares when you have a hot rock star bent on making you never want to leave bed again, right? So a point was lost there, soz.

All in all, though, I did read this all in a morning, so it was clearly a fun ride for me! ;)This review was originally posted on Love in a Time of Feminism