Correction. If your name is Mina Wilde, and you’re an almost-blind punk rock bookseller with three boyfriends who were plucked straight from your favorite literary masterpieces and a crazy mother who wants to marry you off to the Napoleon of Crime, and you live in a picturesque village that must be the murder capital of England, in a magical bookshop with a room that skips around in time, then Christmas isn’t just wonderful. It’s magic.
