I LOVE LEO TOLSTOY.

Here's my imaginary author bio:

ERIN is seventeen years old and lived for a total of three months and six days in the eighties. She likes microfleece blankets, skinny boys who play guitar, Colin Firth, and all actors named Hugh. If it weren’t for her biological parents, Erin would strongly believe that she is the love child of Ginger Spice and David Bowie. She drools with pleasure every time she reads the likes of Kurt Vonnegut, Flannery O’Connor, Raymond Carver, Leo Tolstoy, or the ubiquitous J.R.R. Tolkien. Her obsession with Oscar Wilde is, at times, painful, and can only be remedied with Earl Grey tea (with a splash of milk, no sugar) and chocolate chip cookies. She once smuggled a full-size tray out of the Skidmore College cafeteria in her blue polka-dot tote bag. Erin also enjoys Galileo thermometers, Christopher Guest movies, and riding the London tube. This is her first novel.