As appears to be tradition, I pull this pocket-sized classic out when I’m feeling near death around Christmas. This round, I had Hugh Grant read it to me while I faded in and out of consciousness.

I never felt the introduction fit the book but who am I? Chuck Dickens? No notes for the remainder of the book, just vibes.

This fella can be knocked out in a couple hours, or a few hours if you’re busy fighting for your life. It’s a lovely, cozy read that puts you squarely in the holiday spirit. Easy to read again and again.

The film The Man Who Invented Christmas or the tv show Dickensian is a fun accompaniment to this read. Highly recommend.