When Hank Kirby's seemingly perfect "promposal" goes up in flames, literally, he faces the task of keeping the one person who actually witnessed his fail quiet. Peyton Breedlove, a pyromaniac herself, sees Hank as more of a kindred spirit, than someone she wants to get into trouble. 
 As Hank's feelings of obligation to hang out with Peyton in order to avoid getting in trouble for the fire, he actually comes to like the quirky girl and looks forward to seeing her everyday. It doesn't take long to figure out that maybe they have more in common than setting things on fire. It's clear that, like Hank's home life, Peyton's is less than ideal. 
 My Kind of Crazy was a perfect blend of hearbreaking and humor. Hank is the kind of character that puts himself all in and usually things end up going awry. Even though things are constantly not working out for Hank and he has to deal with a father who checked out after the death of his wife and oldest son years ago, Hank never becomes too morose. Even when he maintains that life for him will always be the way it is now; he would love to leave after high school and go to college. Would love to pursue his talent for drawing comics. He's kind of set on things not working out for him. Then along comes Peyton and unbeknownst to either, their views begin to change. 
 This was such a sweet, funny story. Even with the more serious and heartbreaking aspects, I didn't want to put the book down until I knew the characters were going to be ok in the end. It was great to read this story clearly at a place where things were at a changing point for the characters and to be able to see them go through the changes to, dare I say, an uplifting conclusion. 
 *Copy provided by NetGalley in exchange for an honest review.