Well, yes, I suppose:

You're The Poisonwood Bible!

by Barbara Kingsolver

Deeply rooted in a religious background, you have since become both isolated and schizophrenic. You were naively sure that your actions would help people, but of course they were resistant to your message and ultimately disaster ensued. Since you can see so many sides of the same issue, you are both wise beyond your years and tied to worthless perspectives. If you were a type of waffle, it would be Belgian.

Them Pyramidions give good quiz.

I was pretty happy to get Prufrock, although I'd rather be Don Quixote.

As for me, apparently:

You're Pale Fire!
by Vladimir Nabokov

You're really into poetry and the interpretation thereof. Along the road of life, you have had several identity crises which make it very unclear who you are, let alone how to interpret poetry. You probably came from a foreign country, but then again you seem foreign to everyone in ways unrelated to immigration. Most people think you're quite funny, but maybe you're just sick. Talking to you ends up being much like playing a round of the popular board game Clue.

I guess this is what I get for answering "Do you like poetry?" with "yes".

Huh. Good quiz. There is a carnival outside my window. I'm not sure my book fits me quite right, though.

ha! Love in the time of cholera for me!

You're Love in the Time of Cholera!
by Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Like Odysseus in a work of Homer, you demonstrate undying loyalty by sleeping with as many people as you possibly can. But in your heart you never give consent! This creates a strange quandary of what love really means to you. On the one hand, you've loved the same person your whole life, but on the other, your actions barely speak to this fact. Whatever you do, stick to bottled water. The other stuff could get you killed.

Um. This does not describe me at all. No...

Karen, is there really a carnival outside your window?!?

No, really outside my window it's pretty quiet, but you should read Pale Fire! Ees good, and then you will get my humorous joke. The way kids are analysing Harry Potter on the mugglenet forums right now, trying to figure out the apparently ubiquitous clues and what's going on and WHAT IT ALL MEANS... that's how a friend and I read Pale Fire when we were 21, so it's kind of burned into my brain.

I had a feeling I wasn't getting the joke. :-) Thanks for setting me straight.

Karen's just being modest. There's always a carnival outside her window.

There's always a carnival outside her window.

OK, show of hands; how many folks considered, however briefly, whether they could make a story out of that?

I hadn’t, but There is always a carnival outside Karen’s window is a pretty decent first line.

(It’d work as a last line, too, I suppose, but you’d have to work at it to keep it from being too saccharine.)

Sure, easy enough for you people scribbling away at a distance; I'm the one making a life out of it! Over the years, in my various places of abode, I've found the merry-go-round is usually the most distracting part.

I'm envisioning children offering Karen money if she'll move into their neighborhoods, while parents offer her money if she'll move out. Plus, Karen would probably have an ambiguous relationship with the carnival operators, because their revenues would fall if they were forced to stay in one place for too long.

Finally, a practical vocational use for my wanderlust!