Hee! I think that's part of the good thing about being a writer. You get to indulge your love for pretentious names (even on non-Mary Sue characters).

I used to really not like my name. I think the first thing that made me come to terms with it was a character in a book having it. The Little Women connection saved it. (My chemistry teacher in high school always called me by the wrong name, and all we could both figure is he kept associating me with the wrong sister in the book.)