SHORT BIO

Kester “Kit” Grant is a Sunday Times Bestselling British-Mauritian Indian-Creole author-illustrator. She was born in London, grew up between the London, the Democratic Republic of Congo, and the tropical island paradise of Mauritius.  She can generally be found surrounded by a fiendish pack of cats and dogs, and the many animal companions in her mind.

LONG BIO

Like all good rebels, British-Mauritian Kester “Kit” Grant was born on November 5* 1984[ii]

...and subsequently dragged up all over the globe: Africa, Mauritius, and the UK are some of her haunts.

She once won a prize for reading every book in the school library [iii]. Despite being forced to study some rather dubious texts in school[iv], Kester retains a love for classic literature. For this she deposits offerings of gratitude at her parent’s door. And she forgives them for taking Wuthering Heights away from her when she was 8 because she had read it “too many”[v] times.

Kester dreamed of being a writer since the age of 6. As a child she used to tell herself stories out loud until her mother intervened, worried that she would come across as deranged. She spent most maths classes making up overly dramatic assassin/superhero/pirate/space-captain adventures. And constantly got in trouble for illustrating her history essays with era-appropriate comics.

Kester speaks French and is a foodie, an dyslexic, an illustrator and an animal lover. She sings ‘Le Temps des Cathédrales’ every time she sees Notre Dame Cathedral, and can generally be found pacing around dining room tables talking to herself whenever her mother is not around.

Kit is represented by Josh Adams at Adams Literary

*Death-day of notorious British rebel Guy Fawkes, celebrated annually in the UK by giant morbidly ironic bonfire's & firework displays

[ii] A year immortalised in a frankly disturbing book by George Orwell

[iii] and got subsequent anonymous calls outing her as a nerd. Since she was already aware that she was a nerd, this didn’t really faze her.

[iv] The Owl Service, Lord of the Flies, a Streetcar Named Desire, The Dolls House, Glass Menagerie and out of all the possible Shakespearean plays; the Winters Tale. Kester is only grateful for Antigone, that is all.

[v] How many qualifies as “too many”?