I'm a lucky man. This past Friday night I won this at the Prince Music Theater in Philadelphia during a pre-screening Die Hard Trivia Battle. This is a beautiful love letter to the greatest Christmas movie of all time and I'm so happy to have it. Die Hard is special to me for many reasons. I have great memories of hanging out with my dad and watching movies that I was perhaps too young to be watching, and Die Hard is one of the first that comes to mind. My wonderful cat Hans is named after the movie's villain, the greatest villain ever, Hans Gruber, an exceptional thief. Hans (the cat) too is an exceptional thief, mostly of bread. Hell, I've modeled my hair style after Holly McClane, nee Gennero. Die Hard is not a perfect movie of course, it hasn't aged well in some spots. It certainly doesn't pass the Bechdel Test, it suffers from misogyny, and treats drug abuse with mockery instead of compassion (I worry that Ellis had a serious problem, even for the 1980s). This book however, is perfect, or as close as you can get. The illustrations are filled with loving detail. You get to see Sgt. Al Powell's Twinkies, John's skull and top hat tattoo and all the terrorist, sorry, thief, hair you could possibly hope for. And just in case you forgot about him, Argyle makes an appearance at the end. A true retelling of an unimpeachable classic.