In the first half of Your Driver is Waiting by Priya Guns, a sense of desperation is invoked. The main character, Damani, works tirelessly for a RideShare company for nine dollars an hour on a good day. She is trying to take care of her sick mother and keep up with her activist friends while still grieving the loss of her father, who died because he was worked to the bone like she is. "You know where to go, right?" "Fucking drive, bitch!" These repetitive phrases emphasize society's attitude toward Damani - because of her gender, her ethnicity, her class. Damani is insulted consistently, not just by her passengers, but by the world she lives in. A world of constant pressure and scrutiny, a world where while just trying to get by, she is pummelled back down.
Though the dialogue is often hard to follow, the first half of Gun's novel was enjoyable if not relatable - you admire Damani's determination to keep going in such a gruelling city. It moves at a good pace, purposely choppy, as the choppiness shows Damani's perspective: blurry and exhausting. By the time it gets to the second half though, it feels as though Gun's has given up on writing Your Driver Is Waiting. It shifts from a novel focused on a triple-minority getting by in a greedy capitalist society, to a book that is just lesbian smut and Insanity. I feel as though the author didn't truly take her time and with that, this book could've been so much more than what it was. It could've actually had an impact. Instead, it was a mediocre half-atrempt. TLDR: Stop somewhere in the middle and pretend it's a WIP Wattpad fanfiction or something - it'd read better that way.