What’s Your Literary Genre?

The Regency Romantic 

If Jane Austen was reanimated as a 21st-century woman, you would be her, and given the fact that you were born a few hundred years too late, we think you’re faring quite well. To escape the cynicism and disappointment of modern dating apps, you turn your tender heart towards the pages of books. With your rich imagination, compassionate heart, and wicked sense of humor, cupid’s arrow is sure to come your way.

The Pastoral Princess

No jewel-encrusted crown or fancy satin dresses for you! All you need to shine is a sturdy pair of boots and your beloved overalls. Whether hiking through the rolling hills or tending to your beloved garden, you feel most comfortable outdoors, with the sun on your face and the wind in your hair. A true child of the earth, you’re most likely to be found curled up with a book at the foot of your favorite tree, dirt forever under your fingernails.

The Gothic Ghost

Let’s be frank, you have a flair for the dramatic. Whether strolling through dark hallways in a white nightgown, candelabra extended, or scribbling feverishly over your desk as the candle burns low, you do nothing halfway. You love passionately, fight furiously, and carry grief and regret like an ancient trunk, full to the brim with secrets. Whatever haunted past or tragic tale you carry, these books will make you feel right at home.

The Campus Crusader 

You can take the girl out of academia but you can’t take academia out of the girl. You’re driven, ambitious, and far too clever for your own good. Caffeine addicted, competitive, and wildly intelligent, you need a campus novel that can keep up with that brilliant brain of yours. Perfect for reading late into the night or tossed haphazardly into the grass during a frenzied bacchanal.

The West Coast Cynic

You’re cool, detached, and perpetually unfazed. You listen to Lana Del Rey on a loop and the first time you read Joan Didion your brain broke open, not that anyone looking at you could tell. You would wear black to the beach and look good doing it. The West Coast Cynic draws from the legacy of slick, unbothered California writers. So slide on those shades, head for the hills, and let the Santa Ana’s sing their mournful song.