Take the quiz. The results I obtained were unsurprising.
You speak eloquently and have seemingly read every book ever published. You are a fountain of endless (sometimes useless) knowledge, and never fail to impress at a party.
What people love: You can answer almost any question people ask, and have thus been nicknamed Jeeves.
What people hate: You constantly correct their grammar and insult their paperbacks.
Actually, no, I don't do either of the last two things; I'm definitely no universal encyclopedia at the beck and call of every questioner, and while I'm apt to think less of people who can't be bothered to abide by even the most rudimentary grammatical conventions, I'm unlikely to voice that contempt unless pushed to do so by other factors.
Caveats aside, the quiz can't be entirely worthless if it identifies me as the sort to stare in disgust at the sight of someone actually taking pleasure in reading some bestselling piece of hackwork (examples of which shall go unmentioned here, so just assume I'm not referring to your particular guilty pleasure).