Dirt, by Stuart Woods was a plethora of stink. This novel is quite possibly Woods' worst piece of literature ever. I, an avid Woods fan, was in the library one day and saw Dirt, a book that I had not read. I checked it out and anticipated a great piece of writing. Fifty pages into the book, I was, to say the least, extremely disappointed. Being the optimist that I am, I decided to give the book a chance, hoping it would get better. I was horribly mistaken. The further into the plot, the worse it got. Then, nearing the end, something miraculous occurred, I started to enjoy the book. I read faster and faster, enjoying every word. I turn to the last page two hundred sixty-something and then the book stops. No, I mean ends, without tying up the loose ends. It was the most disappointing ending I have ever read. I want to ask Mr. Woods for two things. First, three dollars for the late fee, and second, the two hours of my life back. Stay away from this book.