Ouch!

I just saw the following article, shared by a friend on Google Reader: Readers by Author. What does your favorite author say about you? An entertaining read, but being of the myspace generation I couldn't help but score myself a la Seventeen. I thus learned that that I am:

A person who "like[s] good music" (Murakami, and true I hope)

A person who "played Creep by Radiohead while having sex or smoking pot" (Vonnegut, not true, and so unfair!)

A man who uses "words like 'dubious' and 'tenacity'" (Nabokov, whatever)

and, apparently I've recently become

A liar (Twain, sure, why not)