Why is it that some people enter the world with names that sound ideally suited for the lives they will one day lead? Jimmy Stewart is the perfect name for an aw-shucks American good guy, and Kurt Vonnegut sounds exactly like the name of a writer who would one day dream up the planet Tralfamadore.

By the same token, how could a girl given the name Lupe Serrano (Guadalupe Martinez Desfassiaux Serrano, in full) ever be anything but a dancer? The name not only rolls off the tongue but it practically pirouettes in the mouth.