So I’m trying to wade through 9 Dragons—the latest Michael Connelly¹ novel—which is so far pretty terrible.  I was close to nodding off when he introduced a minor, minor character named Barbara Starkey and aaaaall I could think about was whether he’d named her by combining Ringo Starr (born Richard Starkey) and his wife Barbara Bach.

Then I abandoned paying attention in favor of thumbing through in the hopes of finding the names Yoko Lennon or Olivia Harrison.

Then I ate, like, fourteen chocolate chip cookies and went to bed.²

¹ Although he’s gone in a decidedly Patterson-ish direction over the past few years, I like his Harry Bosch series because he writes about LA with the same kind of detail as Raymond Chandler. He doesn’t love language like Chandler did, but who does?

² This is completely unrelated to the book and was going to happen anyway.