I fear this result (and its explanation) is frighteningly accurate!
You're The Great Gatsby!
by F. Scott Fitzgerald
Having grown up in immense wealth and privilege, the world is truly at
your doorstep. Instead of reveling in this life of luxury, however, you spend most of
your time mooning over a failed romance. The object of your affection is all but
worthless--a frivolous liar--but it matters not to you. You can paint any image of the
past you want and make it seem real. If you were a color of fishing boat light, you
would be green.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
I wouldn't say I grew up with immense wealth or any particular privilege, unless you count living in a first-world country. In which case maybe that's correct. But oh, Percy, Percy! Where did our love go?