I'm on a real losing streak with new books lately, save for a rare gold nugget now and then. "Driven to Murder" is just another brick in the wall, or the road, or perhaps the next nail in the coffin. This is a 150-page story hidden in 384 pages of text. If you like or need highly repetitious repetition (yes, it deserves to be said twice), prefer your true crime with as little writerly shaping as possible, and have a craving for hundreds of pages of repetitive straight-from-the-transcripts testimony and court reports, then you have found your dream book.
In the words of a character from the book I picked up immediately after giving up reading this one to skim the last 180 pages last night, speaking like an omen after the fact (from Agatha Christie's "The Pale Horse", page 2), "I flicked back various pages...It all seemed uniformly bad - poorly written and singularly devoid of interest."