Holiday Reads: The Stupidest Angel
Christmas, whether we like it or not, is upon us. What better way to celebrate than by featuring our favorite holiday reads.
The Stupidest Angel: A Heartwarming Tale of Christmas Terror, Christopher Moore
Okay, if you aren't familiar with Christopher Moore, your New Year's Resolution should be to get familiar with Christopher Moore. He's hilarious and the king of the subtitle. Start with Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal. See? I told you he's the subtitle king. But, first, Stupidest Angel.
It's roughly a week before the big day and little Joshua Baker is losing it. He's pretty positive he saw Santa take a shovel to the back of the head a few days ago. He's watched enough CSI to know that poor Santa probably didn't survive that blunt force trauma. He, for some reason, hasn't mentioned the incident to an adult. It could be that his parents wouldn't care. I mean, he's home alone and making his own dinner at age seven. I don't know if that's normal; it seems a little young to me. Unless this book is actually set in the '80s, then I think it's totally fine. Anyway, he bypasses his folks and decides to go straight to the source. He frantically prays for Santa to come back from the dead.
Enter Raziel. If you've read Lamb, you know Raziel. If you haven't, go do that. He's been sent to Earth by the big guy. His mission? Find a small child in need of a Christmas miracle. He zones in on little Joshua Baker and sets out to fulfill his wish. Unfortunately, Raziel is not that bright. He means well, but he's an idiot. He completely botches the Christmas miracle. Well, technically, he's a little over zealous with his miracle granting. He not only brings Santa back to life, he brings everyone back to life. I mean, he tried his best. And, admittedly, I've been to a few holiday parties that could only be improved by the addition of a hoard of zombies. Who among us hasn't?
Like Holidays on Ice, this is a short read. And available on audio. You can totally knock it out while baking cookies or, in my case, drinking wine lamenting the fact that you decided to bake cookies and then burning the cookies because you got distracted and left the kitchen for literally one minute. Cookies are the worst. They're so demanding.
Anyway, whatever you decide to do for the holidays, I hope your festivities aren't ruined by a swarm of zombies. Or a swarm of anything, really.