The best book I've read in quite a while is a nonexistent one called Scorched-Earth Realpolitik Cookbook: Cajun-Style Political Elexting and Black-Eyed Peace for the Rest of Us, by Pfisher Pranx, a renowned, well-respected, award-winning author whom I made up only a few seconds ago, while typing this sentence.
The alternate title of the book, I just now realized, is: Or: 183,429 Better Ways to Elect a President.
This fictitious book is from Keisterville Publishing, a company which fails to pass the real-company sniff test.
(Full disclosure: However, this is true except in an accidentally oblique, and quite eerily coincidental sense, way out in pretty-much-still-real Pennsylvania, where Keisterville actually exists. This is a coincidence for which I deeply apologize discovering, and then mentioning, after first selecting my own fake company's name, liking it, and then Googling it at the last second to make sure there wasn't a real publishing company named that, thereby accidentally setting up myself and others for a lethal, 60-kiloton mega-legal blast. Sorry, Keisterville -- about, uh, everything -- and hello there, Keisterville Publishing.)
In this book which exists in some alternate reality not our own, there is also featured The Best Music Video Which Doesn't Really Exist. Two of them, in fact. (This is an incredible accomplishment, I have to say, having an old-fashioned paper-and-pressed-board book, with the ability to project a full, room-sized high-def hologram with rich colors and 10-point sound, simply from within the book's pages and binding and vocally act ,m,,,,,oioiooooo9o9ivated with individual password... amazing!)
Wait -- I should probably start again.