For the literary sister that misses David Foster Wallace SO MUCH:
Pulphead , John Jeremiah Sullivan
Because with his devastatingly good book of pop culture essays, Sullivan will manage to fill that DFW-shaped hole in her bookshelf and be his own bright new thing all at once.
For your kid brother when the folks are getting him down:
The Family Fang , Kevin Wilson
Because trust us, some kids have it worse. And hey, you’ll always have each other.
For your TV-crazy, boy-crazy, crazy-crazy little sister:
Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns) , Mindy Kaling
Because if you can’t get through to her, Mindy will. Plus, you can borrow it after.
For your grown up niece with a witty streak:
Falling For Me , Anna David
Because every girl can use a best-friend-in-a-book, and this one is a winner: funny, smart, and brutally honest.
For your sad young literary nephew:
Leaving the Atocha Station , Ben Lerner
Because any self-loathing poet-in-training will see himself in Lerner’s muddled protagonist — or wish he did. Plus, it’s like, the coolest indie press book going around right now.
For the cousin who’s over Twilight, but you know, still kind of likes vampires and werewolves and stuff:
The Last Werewolf , Glen Duncan
Because finally he’ll have something sexy, insane and violent that he can read without shame in public, and hey, he might actually like it better.
For your witty dreamer of a mom:
Swamplandia! , Karen Russell
Because after all the fairy tales she read you, she deserves a surreal masterpiece with a little bite.
For the sports dad:
The Art of Fielding , Chad Harbach
Because everyone’s reading it. And, baseball!
For the mom with an adventurous streak:
State of Wonder , Ann Patchett
Because she’ll be transported.
For indoorsy dads:
The Tragedy of Arthur , Arthur Phillips
Because he’ll have fun picking it all apart.
For your fun uncle:
Because this is one story you’re going to want to hear at the dinner table later.
For the nosy aunt:
The Psychopath Test , Jon Ronson
Because she’s judging everyone anyway — she might as well know what she’s talking about.