When I Grow Up

I've been reading Sue Grafton's ABC mysteries since I was a teenager. Kinsey Millhone is easily my favorite private detective (if you don't count Sherlock Holmes or Hercule Poirot). Anyway, I recently bought a copy of "D Is for Deadbeat" and it occurred to me while I was reading it that I'm the same age as Kinsey in the early novels. That was unsettling, although the fact is that it had happened before: when I was 18, it occurred to me that I was the same age as Nancy Drew. I remember comparing myself to the fictional sleuth and finding myself light years more immature. Now, I evaluate my life and still find Nancy Drew way more mature, so... forget comparing myself to Kinsey Millhone.