Found one of those ubiquitous “What kind of [blank] are you?” quizzes in my Internet travels, this one promising to diagnose your “Literary Personality.” Below is my result (which I would maintain is full of crap; if anything, I’m a coloring book).

You scored as A classic novel. Almost everyone showers praise upon you for your depth and enduring relevance. According to your acolytes, everything you say is timeless, erudite and meaingful. Of course, none of them actually listen to you. Nobody listens to you at all, but it’s fashionable to claim you as a friend. Fond of obscure words, antiquated notions and libraries, you never have a problem finding someone to hang out with. The fact that they end up using you to balance their kitchen tables is an unfortunate side effect, but you’re used to being used for others’ benefit. Oh the burden of being Great.

A classic novel


The back of a froot loops box


A college textbook


An electronics user’s manual


A coloring book


A paperback romance novel




Your Literary Personality
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