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The Queer Principles of Kit Webb
by Cat Sebastian
eat the goddamn rich nom nom nom
in the wake of grief and an injury from a job gone from, kit webb has left his life of thievery behind for dreary days in a coffee shop. but when percy, better know as lord holland, recruits him for a heist against percy’s own father, who is kit to deny him?
it’s cat sebastian’s world; i’m signing a lease and getting ready to live in it.
for the longest time, cat sebastian’s novels have existed on my tbr. a new book gets added to that never ending list every couple months. but for some reason, i never got round to them.
until i did. i think we could be so good fundamentally changed the way i look at love. i'm still trying to find the words for it. but what i know is this: i could read her words all day and get drunk on them—they go down smooth like top shelf whiskey.
this novel is a lot of things: grumpy x sunshine, enemies-to-lovers adjacent, a knife to the throat, hand over the heart. there’s unabashed flirting meets awkward pining and something about that contrast is so fucking funny.
it’s be gay do crimes, perfect for the spite-fuelled gremlin in me. so for cat sebastian to say with her whole chest, “eat the rich! no gods no masters!”? that’s so incredibly sexy. good for her!
but also, this book hits right at the intersection of queerness meets grief meets disability while still being incredibly tender—every single thing i care about.
kit uses a walking stick and you witness his journey from feeling like a shell of a person to someone whole, the way he’s always been. he’s still kit, just with a bad leg. again, a reclamation. and for percy to quietly observe and learn what he needs, thoughtfulness in unobtrusive ways and never making a big deal out of it.
in a time where heavier books fall onto my lap (it’s fine i’m Fine), it feels so warm and cleansing to reach for this. the wit, the banter. buckets of fun, sunshine through the clouds. i had a smile permanently on my face while which, well, what more could i ask for?
i am also an aspec kit webb truther & no one can convince me otherwise thank u
“i used to think that revenge was about defending one’s honor, but it turns out that honor is just spite dressed up for sunday.”
in the wake of grief and an injury from a job gone from, kit webb has left his life of thievery behind for dreary days in a coffee shop. but when percy, better know as lord holland, recruits him for a heist against percy’s own father, who is kit to deny him?
it’s cat sebastian’s world; i’m signing a lease and getting ready to live in it.
for the longest time, cat sebastian’s novels have existed on my tbr. a new book gets added to that never ending list every couple months. but for some reason, i never got round to them.
until i did. i think we could be so good fundamentally changed the way i look at love. i'm still trying to find the words for it. but what i know is this: i could read her words all day and get drunk on them—they go down smooth like top shelf whiskey.
this novel is a lot of things: grumpy x sunshine, enemies-to-lovers adjacent, a knife to the throat, hand over the heart. there’s unabashed flirting meets awkward pining and something about that contrast is so fucking funny.
it’s be gay do crimes, perfect for the spite-fuelled gremlin in me. so for cat sebastian to say with her whole chest, “eat the rich! no gods no masters!”? that’s so incredibly sexy. good for her!
but also, this book hits right at the intersection of queerness meets grief meets disability while still being incredibly tender—every single thing i care about.
kit uses a walking stick and you witness his journey from feeling like a shell of a person to someone whole, the way he’s always been. he’s still kit, just with a bad leg. again, a reclamation. and for percy to quietly observe and learn what he needs, thoughtfulness in unobtrusive ways and never making a big deal out of it.
in a time where heavier books fall onto my lap (it’s fine i’m Fine), it feels so warm and cleansing to reach for this. the wit, the banter. buckets of fun, sunshine through the clouds. i had a smile permanently on my face while which, well, what more could i ask for?
i am also an aspec kit webb truther & no one can convince me otherwise thank u