Sophie Kinsella passed away… and I’m suddenly remembering the girl I used to be.
The San Diego girl who stayed out clubbing until the lights came on. The girl who didn’t call home - because she didn’t know where the night would take her. The girl who booked flights just to breathe different air… another state, another country, another version of herself.
Becky Bloomwood wasn’t just a character. She was the reflection of my chaos, my glitter, my wanderlust, my hopeful delusion that everything would fall into place.
And then life shifted.
I moved to Roseau, built a different kind of life, found roots, love, steadiness… and a new version of myself.
Sophie captured that wild chapter of girlhood so perfectly that losing her feels like losing the narrator of those bright, messy, beautiful years.
Rest in peace, Sophie. Thank you for writing girls like us into the world. 🕊️📚✨
