This book is what comics are all about. I could read this one over and over (I say that because I actually have). The art is gorgeous, first of all, and very austere. I don’t know much about artwork but in this book things are cranked up to eleven so that everything looks harsher and darker and cold.
The Turtles in April’s apartment are getting read for Christmas. Michelangelo is cooking Christmas Eve dinner, Rafael is trimming the tree and Donatelo is rigging up the lights to put on a particularly amazing show.
Meanwhile Leonardo battles across the New York rooftops with members of the Foot clan until bloodied, beaten and nearly weaponless he is corralled and surrounded and he discovers the reason for their attack. The Shredder is back, and he is not happy.
The rest of the book is about loss and trauma and depression and blame and is not the kind of story you expect to see explored in a comic book. If you want to only ever read one Ninja Turtles comic book this is the one to read.