Can you guess who I am?
Last night I dressed up as an Aunt of Literature to give out candy at my friend's house. Even with the book as a prop, the only people who knew I was Louisa May Alcott were women over the age of forty. The costume itself was a smart choice, though. All those petticoats and layers (and the fur lined coat I borrowed from my friend as a finishing touch) kept me toasty warm.
Next year, maybe I should dress as the girl who wrote the Twilight series. Or I could go as that Snooki person. She wrote a book -- I saw it at Barnes & Noble the other day.