In honor of Sophie Kinsella's passing, here's a temporary truce to my anti-romantic self. I probably devoured the following in two or three days:
Can You Keep a Secret? - I cannot believe this is how I find out this has an adaptation.
Confessions of a Shopaholic - I still haven't seen the movie, even though I read this ages ago.
Remember Me? - All I know is this was about someone with amnesia.
I thoroughly enjoyed her romcom books in my teenage to young adult years. These books were my means for escapism. I smile at her books fondly whenever I see them at bookstores and think, "Ah, youth!". Although I’d absolutely glitch if you asked me to recall books' plots now, Sophie Kinsella's death felt like a memorial of innocence.










