There’s a new novel out called A Christmas Caroline by Kyle Smith, who writes movie reviews for the New York Post. It is, almost literally, The Devil Wears Prada Meets A Christmas Carol, as a nasty Conde Nast magazine editor is visited by three ghosts — one of them a former roommate who is bound not by chains but by the celery and carrot sticks she ate in lieu of dinner. This book is flat-out hilarious, the best light reading in ages, and if you need a stocking stuffer for a literate relative with a good sense of humor, I can’t recommend it highly enough. Also, if you just want a laugh, I can’t recommend it highly enough.