Book Review: Dirt

Reviewed By: Jennifer Jordan

Dirt     Amazon US PB Amazon Canada PB
Sean Doolittle
Class/Genre:   Mystery
The opening line of this book is my main selling point when thrusting this book into the hands of hapless strangers on the
street. After a stunned glance at the fervor in my eyes and a quick read of said first line, I've got a convert on my hands.
"The trouble didn't seem to start so much as it simply landed, like a hunk of blazing debris." Are you converted?
Nonetheless, I shall plod on…
If I tell you I trust in the savvy, fluid humor of this confection for the mind more than I trust my own mother, would you trust
me? What if I told you of my jaded past as a reader of trite, already read plots by apathetic authors not-to-be-named,
dismantled and set aside by this sardonic, very human novel exposing the lurid underbelly of the undertaking business?
Quince Bishop is yanked into this twisted tale by an ill-spoken "guerrilla" brandishing a gun at a friend's funeral and soon
finds himself in an underground world exacting a punishment of frequent beatings as an entrance fee. A beautiful
consumer advocate and saucy reporter ex-girlfriend spur him on as he takes on a manic-depressive nemesis and his
ganja addled, ex-con sidekick. You and Quince find out more about the funeral industry than you ever wanted to know as
he sinks deeper in. How he digs himself out of it is better reveled by reading the book than reading this review. So stop
reading this and go buy this book.
And I have one word for the author. More.

Jennifer Jordan

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