Wow…Dig by A. S. King sounds 100% like a book I wouldn’t touch with a ten-foot pole. And that’s not to say that this sounds like a bad book, exactly, but rather that I am certain I would find it nothing more than annoying and incredibly dull. I don’t know what about a book involving rich grandparents that refuse to give money to their children and grandchildren and completely ignore how much they’re struggling is supposed to make me want to read it, but my skies it just sounds massively depressing. And frankly, I just don’t know how to feel about it. On the one hand, I hate the rich parents who turn their children into co-dependant and selfish jerks by giving them tons of money are absolutely awful, but I couldn’t imagine people who would refuse to help ensure that their grandchildren had a good upbringing and help them survive in their future. It just seems like this book is about rich people who let their grandchildren have terrible upbringings and therefore an immense struggle as adults.
I might be wrong, of course, but I can say without question that there is very little chance of me getting any enjoyment out of a book like this. I hope someone else manages to, though. I read more to get away from the awfulness of real life, and this book is definitely not the sort to do that for me.
The Shoveler, the Freak, CanIHelpYou?, Loretta the Flea-Circus Ring Mistress, and First-Class Malcolm. These are the five teenagers lost in the Hemmings family’s maze of tangled secrets. Only a generation removed from being simple Pennsylvania potato farmers, Gottfried and Marla Hemmings managed to trade digging spuds for developing subdivisions and now sit atop a seven-figure bank account, wealth they’ve declined to pass on to their adult children or their teenage grand children.
“Because we want them to thrive,” Marla always says.
What does thriving look like? Like carrying a snow shovel everywhere. Like selling pot at the Arby’s drive-thru window. Like a first class ticket to Jamiaca between cancer treatments. Like a flea-circus in a doublewide. Like the GPS coordinates to a mound of dirt in a New Jersey forest.
As the rot just beneath the surface of the Hemmings precious white suburban respectability begins to spread, the far flung grand children gradually find their ways back to each other, just in time to uncover the terrible cost of maintaining the family name.
How do you feel about Dig so far? Do you think it’s a book you’d like to pick up in the future? Is it a book that you see yourself avoiding? Let me know all your thoughts in the comments below! Happy reading!