Welcome back to Panel to Panel: Comics I Can’t Shut Up About, my weekly excuse to gush and ramble about the comics currently living rent-free in my brain.
Every week, I pull a title off my shelf that’s grabbed me by the heart, the funny bone, or sometimes just the sheer audacity of its premise, and I share it here with you.
This isn’t about reviews or star ratings; it’s about enthusiasm.
Think of it like we’ve just sat down with a stack of comics and a pot of coffee, and I can’t stop waving one in your face, saying, “No, seriously, you have to read this.”
From indie gems to cult favourites to the occasionally obvious pick, these are the stories that make me fall in love with comics all over again, and hopefully, they’ll spark the same joy for you, too.
Every now and then, a comic lands in your hands that feels like it was written to be read with a glass of wine in one hand and a raised eyebrow in the other.
G.I.L.T. is one of those comics.
It’s witty, stylish, unapologetically clever, and just a little messy in all the best ways.
At its centre is Hildy Winters, a sharp-tongued, fiercely independent New Yorker who has managed to do something most of us only daydream about while stuck in traffic: she’s found herself a time-travel portal.
But Hildy isn’t just dabbling in temporal tourism for kicks; she’s part of the Guild of Independent Lady Temporalists (or G.I.L.T. for short), a secret society whose first rule is “don’t mess with the past without co-op board approval.”
This is a comic that doesn’t so much bend genres as it does lounge across them in sequins, daring you not to stare.
Imagine Golden Girls meets Doctor Who with just enough Sex and the City sass to make you smirk, and you’re getting close.
But what makes G.I.L.T. truly stand out isn’t its premise; it’s the heart beating underneath the humour.
Writer Alisa Kwitney and artist Mauricet aren’t interested in superheroes punching holes through timelines.
Instead, they give us women who feel lived-in, worry about their choices in their 20s, wonder what they might have done differently, and still manage to be utterly relatable in all their flaws and quirks.
It’s about regret, yes, but also about resilience, friendship, and finding joy in the absurdity of life.
The book swings effortlessly from the chaotic energy of 1970s New York to the quieter corners of modern apartments, and every panel feels like it belongs exactly where it is.
You can almost smell the cigarette smoke, and you’ll want to linger in every background detail.
What I love most about G.I.L.T. is how it shows that sometimes the most magical story is about two women navigating life, time, and their own complicated histories, all while cracking wise and refusing to fade quietly into the background.
So if you’re in the mood for something bold, clever, and just a little bit glamorous, G.I.L.T. is waiting.
Pick it up, pour yourself a drink, and let Hildy and Trista take you somewhere you didn’t realise you wanted to go.
That’s it for this week’s Panel to Panel: Comics I Can’t Shut Up About.
G.I.L.T. is proof that comics can be glamorous, hilarious, and heartfelt all at once.
If you pick it up, I’d love to know your thoughts, because some stories beg to be shared.
Until next week, keep turning those pages and discovering the magic tucked between the panels.
