I mean, it's hard to argue that there is a more perfect book than How the Grinch Stole Christmas. It says everything you could ever want to say about consumerism, about the transcendent power of love, about why holidays exist, about the power of the collective voice - and it says it all in less than 70 pages, with words that rhyme.
Kids love it, parents love it. It's a real piece of magic. And on top of it all, it was made in 1957, a good four decades before Christmas even became the type of camping-in-line-in-front-of-Best-Buy spectacular that would so easily lead one to write such a book.
What a powerhouse! What a beast!
