I know everyone jumps straight to 'Dash & Lily's Book of Dares' and 'My True Love Gave to Me,' and they're wonderful, but I keep circling back to Holly Black's 'The Darkest Part of the Forest.' Hear me out. It's a modern faerie tale set in a town with a horned boy sleeping in a glass coffin in the woods. The story climaxes around winter solstice and Christmas. It's not about sugarplums; it’s about eerie snow, ancient bargains, and the wild, dangerous magic that feels most potent when the nights are longest and the world feels asleep. There's a ball, a monster, siblings protecting each other—it has that gothic, chilly festive atmosphere that captures the otherworldly side of the season, the part that’s about wonder edged with fear.
For something sweeter but still substantial, 'The Afterlife of Holly Chase' by Cynthia Hand is a genius retelling of 'A Christmas Carol' where a selfish teen becomes a Ghost of Christmas Past for a company that modernizes the story each year. It’s cynical, funny, and surprisingly moving. The New York setting at Christmas is a character itself, all glittering lights and sharp loneliness. It nails that teen feeling of being performatively over the holidays while secretly wanting the magic to be real. It’s less about warm fuzzies and more about earning a second chance, which feels right for the time of year we think about change.
Finally, don’t sleep on Anna and the French Kiss set during Christmas break in Paris. That section is pure distilled holiday atmosphere—ice skating, deserted boarding schools, and the city of lights at its most romantic. Perkins packs so much longing and quiet anticipation into those chapters, the kind you only feel when the regular world pauses for vacation.