Never-ending book shame

Found myself doing the never-ending book quiz amongst a million 'displacement activities' to avoid doing what I'm supposed to be doing- writing. Worst of all, like Who Wants to be a Millionaire, after a while I get quite blase and think surely I must know the answer to a particular question (even if I've never actually read the book). It's like the literary version of 'beer goggles,' thinking if I can just get a bit of a run going I can somehow get my average back nearer 100%.
It takes a certain kind of person to make up questions too- one who seems to love Little House on the Prarie, Little Women and The Time Traveler's Wife. I'm sure this person is very nice and I do appreciate their hard work but I also know it's not definitely not me. Doesn't stop me guessing all their questions though. Doh!