Just finished reading Gary Shteyngart’s Super Sad True Love Story, which was pretty much the only thing I wanted for the holidays. The book accompanied me on the Amtrak to DC and back, on the Metro North train to New York City, to cafes in Brooklyn, and on the SAS aircraft that took me back to Sweden. It was pure joy, hilarity, and heartbreak all the way through, and I found myself constantly wanting to explain the äppärät obsession to people all the time and how it’s a super parody of the iPhone, but failing to deliver the context properly because it’s so involved (read: carefully crafted), and deferring to “JUST READ IT, OK?”

So if you need more proof, watch the book trailer, read the Paris Review’s review, or JUST READ IT.